scene from inside my head

she sits on a couch, focused on something. a book, her laptop, a picture, clipping coupons. something.

he stands near her. not over her. but close by.

h: you're upset.

s: i reserve that right.

h: you're upset at me.

s: [pause, looks up blankly] it's quite possible i'm upset at me.

h: [pause, wrinkled brow] why would you be be upset with you?

s: [goes back to what she was doing] that isn't exactly your jurisdiction, now, is it?

h: what are yo-

s: [looking up] good night.

h: [assumes look of defeat. walks away.]

s: [returns to whatever she was doing.]

there isn't much to say about today.

whereas yesterday i felt relief and the ability to rest, today i felt heavy, and screwed, and back at the drawing board, again. i got a planner. i applied for a couple of jobs on line. i took a walk. i took a nap. i went to teach some kids i haven't seen in a couple of years. that felt good.

i came home. i saw my new house mate [we get along quite well]. i played my guitar.

i feel like a round peg looking at a bunch of square holes.

what else can you do?

what else is there to be done?

maybe tomorrow i'll have the energy to come see you at your place. you might wanna take the undies down from the shower curtain. i look for that kind of thing.