Thursday, September 15, 2005
Cousin Brian used to just say "Darkness" to cover any situation about which he was, well, dark. I'm walking around the condo muttering "darkness." I didn't finish my reading for today, I overslept, and I'm just enough of a dork to be dark on myself for not completing homework. Dark on being so far from my dogs and my man. Dark on being so far from my sister and her kids. Dark on not feeling like I'm managing my time well. There are 168 hours every week, and I seem to be wasting an awful lot. When I stop being dark, maybe I can create a new plan of attack on those hours. Dark because if I had gotten up early, my plan was to go have breakfast at the coolest joint in Albuquerque, Le French Corner. The best cup of coffee in town. The French owners sold last spring, though, and it wasn't long before there were eggs with green chili on the menu. I like green chile, but they don't use it in France. I'd put money on that. So don't cave in to the local pressure, LFC! Darkness.