i've been sitting here for approximately 14 minutes, not knowing what to write, but with an itch to write something. i wrote a few sentences that don't make much sense even to me. each sentence was like the tip of an individual iceberg. it's frustrating, because either i'm too slow witted or to chicken to express myself. i think it's a little of both. how irritating to be slow witted at a time like this. i feel so many things and they just sound stupid when i write them out. stupid stupid stupid. shoot. i'll just blah blah instead.
when kare and i were watching rudy, the dvd kept freezing. this happened at all the right spots, like when rudy got his acceptance lettter, and when janitor-buddy was giving him his 'don't quit' pep talk. when it happened during the last scene, you know, the great one, during the final game, karey had had enough. she took the dvd out and cleaned it. whadya know. it worked. after karey went to bed i started to watch to be and to have (i work late tomorrow) but i changed my mind. i need to ask a question about it first, and i don't want it ruined so i watched wildflower instead. i just happened upon that movie, but i'm glad that i did. it has some goodness and it left me with that ache. ya that ache.
so yesterday i started reading a book about women in the bible. it's interesting. the author catagorizes them into victors, victoms, voices and virgins. she uses these types and their stories to... well i'm too tired right now to explain. maybe you should read the book.
today work was go go go. i've been only wearing my flipflops to work lately and all the gogo on the cement floor left my feet wearyandfilthy and calloused to say the least. so i soaked them in jasmine rosemary water during rudy and gave them a hearty pumicing followed by a peppermint scrub and a peppermint eucalyptus moisterizer. even after all that i still have some intrenched blackness in the callouse on the ball of my foot under my big toe. my poor feet weren't meant for the good life.
g'night.