luck &etc;

[aslant]

this morning i nearly fouled up the spherion assignment; by sheer lucky luck i lucked out and walked in the door, unwittingly, at the correct time. this time i hand wrote an exam (in evil dull pencil); it was the same room, and i begin to feel at home. the duct work sings like dolphins in there; i watch the birds hop treetop to treetop over the greened copper harvard roofs.

& i was going through endless old journals last night. the journal in which it snowed too much. the journal in which i wrote about the painful heat. falling in and out of things. places where i lost my syntax in the midst of hunger.

then dad called and began making noise about the fabulous mess i had made of the direct loan nonsense. i had no energy. i kept repeating i need to get off the phone now, this isn't a good time, i need to go now, until it was okay to hang up. because
(you know)
i don't hang up on people. do i. especially not dad.