today i will spend eight hours in a windowless room. i will remove staples from pages. i will sort through sports guides form the 1980s. i will breathe in mold. i will listen to podcasts of this american life and daydream about being someplace else. but this is supposed to be a blog about unpredictabilities.
will it snow in north carolina today? unpredictable. anyway, i don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
today you will dream of a million things that make you happy, like daisies, your sisters, james, and sweet beach plums.
twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift.
so true bobby. so true.
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