Saturday, September 11, 2004
My day involved that particular old record smell combined with body odor. A man who resembled Bill Murray. He smiled at me and mumbled something. I believe it was "how are you?" But the typical "how are you?" that you don't exactly respond to. You just smile back as you slide by the person in the tight quarters you have found yourself in with them. It was a rather pleasant five second encounter nevertheless. And a day of wearing sneakers without socks, which proceeded to worsen the blisters on my heel that were already caused by sneakers without socks. My mother yelled at me for dragging my feet on the pavement, and in return I began to limp, just to ease her ticking time-bomb frustration. Kaboom!
That was my day. How was yours? Please do share.
Le Fin.
That was my day. How was yours? Please do share.
Le Fin.
