ok, so

ok, so there is something really surreal about the beginning of a new semester. i always feel like everyone else knows what's going on except me. like i'm the sound reel on a movie that is just one tiny second behind the picture. possibly the dubbed in english on a bruce lee film. remember those? all this trying to catch up mentally might be fruitless. usually nothing changes in a bruce lee film.

ok, so usually i do catch up....eventually.

ok, so have you ever had a conversation with someone you know has a problem with drinking. you've been told things are this way, so you're not just guessing about this here. so, you're talking to this person on the phone or in person, and you're trying to figure out if they're having one of their "not so good moments." you're reacting like normal (you are after all givng it your best), but you're trying to figure out if they've figured out that you're trying to figure out if they're ok.

ok, so i think i'm obsessed with the radio. not music, but the spoken word. that crackly, tin can, AM sounding voice. the one that reminds you of being 7 and a half in the dewey green grass on a early fall evening with the late summer lightning bug lights of the park on the hill glowing the way.

ok, so when you have no tv, you revert to 7 and a half, feeling one tiny second behind, and you miss bruce lee...