Two or Three Things I Know for Sure

(Thanks Dorothy Allison)

First - This year is going to be a wonderful year; and maybe the saddest year yet. As I walked over the lightly powdered, damp sidewalks at 12:52 last night, weightless shimmer falling softly on my hood, the hollow echo of my voice made me pause. Last night reminded me that I was home. Soon I'll be leaving this place of sewer cats and squirrels and traveling into the bliss-ridden and beautiful unknown.

Second - I'm taking another bullshit English class that I'm very interested in. It's called Rhetoric of Women Writers, thus the name of this post. I'm not sure I will learn anything truly useful; but I am sure I will enjoy it.

Third - My eye hurts.