I was cranky all day. Eve cheered me up, and Po was very understanding. She appreciated me giving her fair warning around 10:45 AM. When I finally got back to school I had a killer nap that corrected every pisser the day (or my head) was offering. I had a dream last night that Dozer was a snake. He was very cute, though, affectionate and slithering everywhere in my old house, 2068. Again, I was at the old house and wielding defensive weaponry. Last night, it was machine guns. God, I shouldn't say so much on public space, even if there are only 3 of you who read this.
Today, as I was driving home from school, I entertained delusions of grandeur. I thought about what a sad genius I am and how tortured I feel living in layman's space, having my wits dulled by their lackluster jokes, limited intellect, mundane perceptions of a world too beautiful for them. I felt so alone, suffocating in their mediocrity. It was a very empowering moment until I flipped the sun visor down and caught my reflection. Such a bad hair day. All the delusions dissipated into the crisp San Diego breeze and I returned to my normal, underachieving, please-talk-slowly self.
I didn't know what was making me so blue today. In my lawyering skills class Eve leaned over and whispered, "What's wrong, hon? Is it skating?"
And I realized that it was. 3 people pissed me off today, on separate occasions, having said something totally visionless about Michelle Kwan. I dismissed all 3 of these people but their cruelty stayed with me. Somebody else said, "It's OK that Canada beat us in hockey. At least the Russians didn't win." I was appalled. The Cold War is over, everybody. Please put Rocky IV back on the shelf.
Earlier this evening I missed places I had been, things I had seen, people I had been with. It was surreal.
Oh yeah, I've got the blues. Olympic-sized Olympic blues.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:27 AM
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