Miracles

It had been raining for three days straight. The freeway was worse than usual. He took the back roads to work, as he always did when he was late, and this morning he was really late.
He popped in a new CD, one that a friend had lent him. It was shiny music, the kind that pulls you unwillingly out of a funk. An extra half-hour doesn't really matter after sleeping in for two hours, so he decided to grab a waffle at his favorite breakfast place. He turned left seventy-five feet before driving into the ocean and followed the train tracks south.
Looking for a parking spot, he noticed something that required immediate action. There were spaces in front of the cafe, on the other side of the street. Despite the rain, he basked in the glow of the parking gods and prepared to break the laws necessary to capitalize on his good fortune.
As he slowed, he saw something he had never seen before. Beyond the perfect parking spot, beyond the rose bushes, beyond the patio, he saw sky. Where the cafe should have been. He dropped his eyes and saw a bright yellow bulldozer shining in the morning sun, moving slowly over piles of rubble. At once failing to comprehend and understanding completely, he felt the weight of the week resume its place on his shoulders, and kept driving. He looked back once, but knew that he didn't have to.
He turned the stereo off. He didn't feel like listening to anything anymore.

i'm starting to think this was a very. big. mistake.

my inbox was full this morning - full of emails informing me of the comments certain people had made on my blog.

what started as a timesaving measure (to avoid the 16 steps necessary to comment anonymously to other people's blogs) has become a forum for people to mock me.

as if i don't have enough of those already.

by the way, in my own defense, i did have the decency to post in my own time zone on monday. plus, AMQ-F (moose hereafter for simplicity and avoision of the shift key) reminded me of the secret that i was guarding.

avoision is a word, dammit!

i'm doing this for a reason...

...but i don't know what it is.

something happened this weekend, and amanda said she wouldn't blog about it only if i had posted before she did this morning.

so here it is.




ha.