I can't breathe, I have to get up to take my car to the doctor by 8am, my lips are chapped, and I have cramps, but while I was driving home I suddenly remembered that soon I will be driving through the desert and there will be stars.
In two days I will be hot and sweaty in a tank top. In two days I will be gone for three weeks. In two days I will be pretending to be married in small town bars.
In two days I will be thinking of you.
(Blogging from the road can't be any more sporadic than blogging while teaching 72 students a week. Ghost stories to come.)
Posted by Ida at July 19, 2003 01:18 AM