Sunday and I’m Not Working as Much but I’m Exhausted (Never too tired to watch Meet the Press rebroadcast @ 1AM on MSNBC)

Right now I am listening to “Square Biz” by Teena Marie and contemplating how Square my 3rdarm.biz has been lately. I haven’t updated because I had friends visiting from Cape Cod and on their way to South America, via Michigan. These ultramagnetic peoples named Genevieve and Emerson were guests in my home and thus I was unable to properly maintain my internet identidy.

Today they woke me up by creeping into my room and onto my computer and once my eyes were open I asked them to leave for a minute so I could put on my pants. A metaphor that is, but don’t misunderstand as if you have autism.

Last night I wore my new haircut to the hotel to host a 50th anniversary party which dragged on late into the night long after the Scrod Hut had closed. The anniversary husband intoned in a non-alchoholic champagne toast, “Do not sin. Save your souls so that we can be together like this in Heaven.” Do they let questionably sin-free street attorneys/lunch servers host private anniversary dinners in heaven? The answer is, I don’t know.

Questionably sin-free? I owe money to 2 credit agencies, one for school and the other $14. for my Harper’s subscription. I have one outstanding parking ticket. Sometimes I put on a smiling face to get through situations and then let out my frustrations in words with confidantes after the fact. I called out of work recently, lying that I was out for a long drive when in fact I was in my room with an 11 second snippet of traffic sounds playing continously in the background. If there is a heaven, I will not be forgiven.

It was easy to get too deep – the water was luke-warm. I stayed late at the anniversary dinner, so late the trains stopped running. The hotel issued a cab voucher to get me home. The memories followed my mind’s journey: the anniversary husband, age approximately 80, toasting his grandson’s return from Iraq. “He stayed in Fallujah for the last 9 months and is home now, thank God.” The boy’s father shouted, “Turned it into a parking lot!” I am a service professional and realize now that it is better to work with no sound.

Now I am tired of accomodating and want to get some personal space back. Back to inner beauty, with Tim Russert as host.

MORE on why my eyes move less than rapid when I breathe deep unconscious (hint, lemur-chimera).

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