standing swaggering starry eyed and dizzy on the busy street corner stragling myself to work. The mucous mostly mistifies me mocking oxygen and taking its place.
Strategically stumbling slowly thru morning rush hour traffic, myself and my lovely chest cold drag ourselves to work.
opportunities pass unseen, promotions handed onward past me, i continue to show up and report for duty despite how fooey i feel.
sabatcles stain my future vision with travel in light of this morning commute.
spirtual enlightenment requires foreign shores of mist and beauty. yes how truely i feel.
may your work day be more savored than mine today.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
what to do what to do when you cant do both at the same time or the latter doesnt pay enough to pay your loans.