Thursday, July 24, 2008
I just discovered while sitting here having a headache and a stomachache in unison that I am pretty sure I haven't shaved my armpits since Sarah left. This is some kind of protective subconscious action--subconsciously I believe that if the hair grows long enough it will wrap me up in a safe and furry cocoon and that I can just live in there protected for the rest of my life.
Speaking of cocoons, the librarian at the college where I teach, who is always bringing in animals in tiny enclosed containers, brought in some caterpillars the other day who are now cocooning. Before the caterpillars in this same container there lived a betta who I'm pretty sure lived on tap water and flakes of pastry, which came from one of the other teachers who brings in leftover pastries from his church in a brown paper bag which the librarian then gives away to all of the other charity case teachers like myself. The brown paper bag has greasy stains on it and I always eat the pound cake, even though it is questionable for many reasons, including the fact that it is lemon with chocolate frosting, which is just weird.