Friday Afternoon Confessional: Beyond the Mirage
I confess that although I enjoy the jazz guitar albums by Al DiMeola that Brad recommended to me, I can’t help but feel like I’m shopping for candles or something every time they come on shuffle.
I confess that my apartment is on the opposite side of the house from the driveway, and when the pizza guy parked in the neighbor’s driveway for easier access this time, I realized I’d ordered pizza way too often in the last few weeks.
I confess that I’m already a little afraid to get teaching evaluations back, all the moreso because I feel like things are going well and would like to keep feeling that way. I confess that looking over the job listings and the jobs I’ve already applied for, a thought hit me: I could be unemployed again this time next year. I confess that I did not find that to be an uplifting or joyous thought.
I confess that swine flu sounds really scary. I confess that I don’t bear up bravely under sickness or pain. I confess that I’ve been drinking too much coffee in the last week. I confess that I’m losing sight of the benefit coffee is supposed to be bringing into my life, heretical as that sounds. Or perhaps I’m just getting tired of drip coffee, being spoiled by The Girlfriend’s French press. I suppose I can afford to buy that kind of thing.
I confess that the bathtub seemed a bit slow this morning, almost as though it were fulfilling the prophecy that whenever I claim to be good at something (unclogging drains) I’m proven wrong. It cleared up by about halfway through my shower, though — I figure that it would get worse rather than better if it were a significant clog, right?
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