Maybe.
Anyway, I've also been listening to "Graceland" by Paul Simon, so I'm attempting to lighten things up. I just finished re-reading Douglas Coupland's book "Microserfs," and loved it the same way I loved it when it came out, in 1994. I even cried at the end again. I tweeted this (because of course D.C. is on Twitter):
"Hey, @DougCoupland, just re-read #Microserfs for the first time in a hundred years... totally shattered and yet full of light. Thank you."
Yeah, I don't really know what that means, either. He didn't respond.
I haven't had much to write about lately. My life chugs along like a 1972 VW in 4th gear. Oh, well, they started potty training J. at daycare this week: I personally don't think he's ready but what do I know? I'm just his mama.
I wrote this in an email to my friend, Andrea, today, and though it's totally apropos of nothing right now, I didn't want to forget it:
I always feel like a total phony at yoga. Like, these chicks are all thinking about the ocean waves or world peace or something and I’m looking at that woman’s body, humming an old song by Hole in my mind.
