November 23, 2011

the risks at home

dear if at first diary,

i've somehow lost a tube of crackers in my kitchen. i realize how stupid that sounds, but i have looked all over and they are no where to be found and this bothers me. i need them for the scalloped corn. dammit. so today was a pretty good day. i gained ground. i saw light. i heard music. whatever. the smoke is clearing. i just need to find a place now for my shovels. the hole in my mouth is itching in such a way i can not scratch. i press down on the hole and that gives me all the relief i need- for a moment and then i let go and it itches again. i know it is healing. i have much to look forward to and i like that feeling as well. in my adult life i may have know but a few things, but there is in fact one thing i do know for certain above all other things. if my son fell into a volcano, he would be too lazy to try and get out- it would be easier to just burn up and die.