i am hoarding emails today. instead of opening emails or checking any of them, i am just letting them fill up. watching them collect like pretty perfect precious prizes. i feel so powerful. the arbiter of all that is responded to and all that is read. the power is making me downright giddy. or maybe, it’s the paint fumes*. it’s too early to tell.
*the paint fumes reference sounds like a hack joke but i’m actually surrounded by men working with industrial-strength paint. so huff off.
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your last entries really have me laughing –love your subway sport and scent tracking …hope the paint fumes end soon, unless they are what’s inspiring your writing lately …;-)
that explains why I have been aparna-less all day. 🙁 I am a subscriber. 🙁
i am here! i am back! i am answering emails. i was trying to exercise discretion. it was the paint fumes. they tampered with my better discretionary skills…
somtimes i worry about you…then i remember that you are just so crazy and so off the wall that you are perfectly sane and healthy. although i do feel bad for that joke-spewing dad of yours, that mother of yours that has an ear for only a select number of songs, your violet-haired yankee sibling, your overseas anything-boys-can-do-i-can-do-better adoption, and that that lame andriod of yours who just seems violently misunderstood (aren’t we all?).
i am crazy. i am best served crazy.