Today a little, little girl cried for hours because her stomach hurt. Literally two hours of pain-crying out of this child. A quiet sobbing that just went on and on. I rubbed her back, covered her with my coat when she wanted to lie on the floor, rocked her in my lap when she wanted that. We called her mom over and over, no answer. Finally the poor kid started feeling a bit better and got off my lap to go play legos. That's when the mom showed up and was pissed she'd had to leave work early, because "look at her! she's obviously fine!" After that (and before, and during) was my stunningly retarded boss, and then unrelenting traffic. Upset, upset. So it's my fourth day of being tied in knots. There's not enough room in my abdomen for all the things going on in there.
Still, there was sleet. I don't like what it does to traffic but I will never be tired of the noise it makes.
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In my waking life I'm such a dorkus. I have a hard time putting on jackets. I routinely do loads of laundry that are all clothes and no soap, or all soap and no clothes. My period surprises me every single month. I can't remember how old I am. Asleep, though, I'm a genius. I can shrink, fly, go invisible, and move shit around with my mind. I get electrocuted all the time but it doesn't bother me.
Last night I outdid myself. I looked in the mirror and was missing a bunch of teeth. That's stupid. So I concentrated and took another look and they were all back to normal. So I took this opportunity to try on a bunch of different hairstyles and colors. I woke up and was surprised by myself in the mirror, surprised the changes hadn't stuck. I wanted red, with bangs.
