{all the world is flat.}

i have nightmares of getting flat tires on my bike.



everything deflates.



presently. i am sitting in an office, with a seven year old kindergartner. she's been screaming at the top of her lungs for about ten minutes. then she cries and moans loudly for a time. until she peters out, and asks to play with beeswax. a third grader pops into the room to ask if we're coming to the third grade play. and the screaming starts anew. "i don't wanna miss the play!" she says it fifty-six times, until my head is throbbing. i shoot the third grader a death glare and bellow, "you may shut the door now!" there's this trick about the word "may," it completely obliterates the option of not doing what i've asked. i ignore this little girl for about ten minutes, as she cries. she's the kind of kid who craves any kind of attention, good or bad. finally she quits. we start making dragons out of the beeswax. hers is named Crystal Fireball: the Magic Dragon. mine is called Sir Duke Dudley Drachemeister. DQ or 3D for short. (hence, D to the third power, cubed, three D's, yeah...)

last night, in my dreams, i recalled the dreams from the night before. in a boat, i looked up at the sky and said, "this sky looks exactly like it did in my dreams last night." and it did. but i was dreaming about dreams. and that's where black holes come from. the best part being, the sky i was observing was wonderfully foreboding and beautiful. i didn't want to wake up it was so beautiful, apocalyptic, as though the heavens were about to burst. i also dreamt of ghosts and haunted rooms. in beautiful antique houses. worn down and dusty. old boyfriends were there. and excessive amounts of water.

this air mattress i've been using, is providing me not only with horrid sleep, but subsequently with crazy dreams as well. presently there is beeswax in my armpit, because i have to finish my dragon, but the wax is too hard. warmin' it up. he's gonna be sweet.

today the kids asked my why i wear the same outfit everyday, which is not true! because i'm broke, kids! that's why. i'm a super hero. it's my uniform. whatever. garden party at my place this weekend. if ya wanna come.