Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Don't WANT to...

I didn't just wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning; I woke up on the wrong side of the world. Cypress-lined roadways, poppy fields, and cool stony walkways leading my bare feet to the villa pool for a morning swim--that sounds about right. Right, but not right now.

And I found a gray hair--I saw it clear as day in my rear-view mirror, sticking up straight like a beacon of reverse-longevity.

And an ill-timed dinner party. Ill-timed only because I'm in a terrible mood. I feel like my three-year old, who sullenly folds his arms across his chest, sticks his lip out, and proclaims to anyone who'll listen, "I don't WANT to!"

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