Today I am anything but elegant. I rose late, my alarm entering my dream playing second trombone and bathroom lights blinding me as I started my shower. Where are my socks? I need to take a vacation in Tuscany, where I can study archaeology as a tourist and return to my classroom rested up for the title fight my agent secured four months ago. He's a real friend, though he takes a much bigger cut than I am comfortable with. But I can't fire him. We were childhood friends and he knows too many secrets about my grandmother. Not about the drinking. Hell, everyone knows about that. Tonight, when I go to sleep I will probably dream too much then, too. I need more music in my life, but don't we all?
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