A Blur

In our trailer my closet runs from one end of the bedroom

to the other end, with a small portion enveloping the hot

water heater.

After the December 2007 flood our trailer

shifted enough to crack the long shelf that housed the

metal closure for hanging clothes. My closet was "packed."

The longest pole I could find for a closet without going

bankrupt was eight foot and way too short. No good. So, I

bought plastic shelves and one of those small racks for

hanging clothes on.

Needless to say I gave a plethora of clothes and other

items away.

Yesterday, I rearranged my bedroom several times, trying

to find a look I liked. I did this until I was ready to go out

and pimp my ass for a Valium.

I put the shelves together and the hanging rack.

After this I made homemade vegetable soup and began

watching a comedy, western zombie movie with Scully. Yes,

that is no misprint, a comedy, western zombie movie.

Around midnight, I was exhausted and tried to get some

sleep.

(I dug out a laptop earlier that hadn't been updated in

three months. With dial up it had been downloading all day,

all through the night and is still going strong today.)

2AM: Computer light still blaring, shut the lid. Go to

bathroom. Ben comes in to tell me I need to allow myself to

have some fun.

3AM: While fluffing pillows I scratched my hand against

stupid mirrors that the past owners welded to the walls. It

turns out they aren't plastic at all and the liquid I kept

feeling on my hand was blood. (The glass is so sharp, I

didn't even feel it cut.) Up to bathroom, wash blood off

hand, Neosporin, band-aid. Back to bed. Then I, lick my

lips, taste blood. Back to bathroom. Wiped my face earlier

thinking the liquid was sweat. I looked like I'm ready for a

war dance. Wash face. Dry. Back to bed. Back to bathroom,

moisturize. Back to bed, fluff pillows, avoid mirrors.

4AM: Toss two pillows off bed.

4:30AM: Get pillows off floor put back on bed. Kick dog out

of room.

5:00AM: Back to bed. Comfy, settle in. New "closet hanging

rack" tips over on top of me. I'm now covered with

clothes.Throw all the clothes on the floor.

Get pillows off

floor put back on bed. Think about Valium again, too tired

to pimp my ass.

6:00AM: Get up fix coffee, extra caffiene!!! Find Scully's

duct tape and FIX "closet hanging rack."

6:30AM Get pillows off floor put back on bed.

7:00AM Decide to stay up. I fear the pillows are plotting

against me.