I skipped my first class, having screwed up my alarm from the night before and failing to do the readings. I got BK breakfast with a post-radio Zech. From then on, everything proceeded to go smoothly. I carved out some time to watch cartoons. I wistfully thought to myself about memories triggered by the orange light cast on neighborhood houses by the faint strip of red just over the treeline. I ate bad food.
When I was setting my alarm for tomorrow morning, I got a call from my understandably frazzled editor-in-chief. Turns out we had entirely neglected one of the pages assigned to us. I only ran one stoplight to get back to the newsroom. From there I operated in high gear and we (infinite thanks to Michael, Aliya, Bailey, Celia, Missy and Dave) churned out the page two minutes before the fines would start rolling in.
I emerged groggy and certain the essay I was supposed to write tonight wasn't getting written. I guess it could've been, seeing how much I'm writing here. Then again, this is pouring out of me like tears, which wouldn't make for a very good paper.
Ready to go to bed, I checked the Internet one last time. Turns out, guitarist for one of my all-time favorite bands died in his sleep last night. Women's Christopher Reimer is no longer making music. When the band broke up two years ago, it left a huge rift in my psyche. Seriously: I wrote it into my novel. This news hit me harder than it should have, because I'm weary and emotional.
Even so, I'm listening to Public Strain before I fall asleep. I hope I have a nice dream.
Though tonight was wrenching stuff, I still cherish the little moments I got to myself and the exhilarating ambivalence of finishing a newspaper page in 90 minutes. We're alive in this stuff.
While I'm aliveI'll feel alive- Yoni Wolf
I'm sorry about the sad things that happened today.
ReplyDeleteBut I wish you wouldn't call a post "Emergency Room", because it makes your sister freak out from start to finish.