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catscradle Dec. 12th, 2003 12:00 am)
catscradle Dec. 12th, 2003 12:00 am)So here I am online, late at night, when it would be better for me to get in bed and sleep a little before work. Instead I spent a good portion of the night ransacking my room looking for a book I probably accidentally threw out three moves ago. I found an old dress I bought in New Orleans though. Doesn't fit anymore and I dare to suspect it didn't really fit when I bought it. I have a tendency to do that sort of thing, only realizing too late that it was a terrible mistake.
The book is bothering me. I have shelves upon shelves of books and it's not anywhere. There's no reason for me to have all these books and not this particular one, other then some cosmic force wants to irritate me. The universe is not conspiring against me, oh no. No, the universe is more like a tiny pebble in my shoe. Irritating, but essentially harmless. It seems to be the story of my life. No biggies, just a lot of irritations. You'd think that occasionally I'd find a pearl. Maybe sometimes I do.
But I want that god damn book right now.
The book is bothering me. I have shelves upon shelves of books and it's not anywhere. There's no reason for me to have all these books and not this particular one, other then some cosmic force wants to irritate me. The universe is not conspiring against me, oh no. No, the universe is more like a tiny pebble in my shoe. Irritating, but essentially harmless. It seems to be the story of my life. No biggies, just a lot of irritations. You'd think that occasionally I'd find a pearl. Maybe sometimes I do.
But I want that god damn book right now.
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