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.
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.