It's catching up on me, really slowly...I didn't, havn't noticed for the last couple of weeks, what with my turbo charged schedule, exams, wedding preparations and the like.
I thought it would go away with proper food, proper rest, and then the pills. Nothing seems to be working, though.
Each day longer than the last, but shorter in its own, twisted way.
I've heard that word a lot, lately. Twisted. It's been uttered under ones breath, at the hospital, in a book i'm reading, mails i've read...What an odd word.
Ever notice that if you repeat a word long enough, it loses its meaning? It becomes pure sound. Not really lyrical, i'd say, but comforting, nonetheless.
Psychobabble.
What now, i say. The wait is unbearable. I don't much have the energy to do things. I wish there was some way to channel everything into positive cathartic activities but there isn't much time to do all i've wished to.
Whats new? well, its adding to my aching self but i've gone and messed up my left knee, not that it's anything of importance, but its something to type.
Even typing's tiring me out now...Whatever happened to that girl...what did they call her now? Aye, i remember...Whirlwind. Yes, thats what they called her. 'Look at her, typing away, you can barely see her hands move!' they'd exclaim. Or, "Wheres Whirlwind, down to spin another sod's pocket? Spin, get it? Spin!' (Laugh Track)
Anyway, about this knee...I was walking. Down the road to my place. Night time, glowing moon...Trees turning silver on either side of me. I think this is what they call a boulevarde. Vaguely, this is my own boulevarde. Alone, quiet. You could only hear my heels clopping occasionally on the concrete. 6 inch heels, they were. Sturdy, too. So lets walk...We're walking. Something behind. A tinny bell sound. A cyclist brushes up against me and I lose my balance. Never happened before, nto on 6 inch heels, Na uh. I've practiced since I was 12.
What went wrong this time?
You know how the drains have slits in them? How one can hypnotically walk and look down on them, regards thrown to the wind carelessly, for who cares when one follows with their eyes to places unknown...
So, this drain. Did i mention these 6 inch heels were stilettos? Nice and sharp, could poke a Furby's eye out, they could.
Anyway, this drain i staggered onto. Nice, that was. My shiny black 6 inch heel got stuck in that little diamond shaped gap between one stone and the next stone and That bloody cyclist cycled on, taillight glaring at me. I'd almost call it mocking.
What'd he know, anyway.
Thats when I twisted, when he brushed up against me. I fell, the heel stuck and i twisted to stop myself falling over. Yup. The 6 inch heel snapped, and when I twisted, I twisted my leg around to maintain my balance and Wham! Pain ripped right through and through.
So I crawled the last mile home nicely. Well, not crawled...Stupid Cyclist. Sigh, but such a beautiful night.
My poor knee was the size of a grapefruit yesterday. Smart, innit?
Mmm. Grapefruit. I'l get back to ya'll.
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