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The Waiting Game:
My mind is allowing all connections right now. I don’t think I’ve been this randomly rorschattted since I was in
I’d loosely planned to be back in
“All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel…. .” This monkey, however, does not think this is all in fun. I sit here at my desk. My duty for today, unstated, is to wait until my boss gets the call. I twiddle my thumbs as “Pop goes the weasel” plays on a loop between my ears. Ring, click, what will explode from that mystery box? Will I have my apartment? Will it be Pennywise, bad teeth and all? Will I be pounded-foolish again? How low can I go? Is the cat alive or dead…for it is both in my mind.
What happens next?
Whatever happens I will have a place to go tonight. My gig bag sits behind me. Around 5:30 I will roll into Shimokitazawa. I’ll be dancing to live music I love. I hope to be fully in my dance and not to be clinging to it to save me…but right now it could go either way.