you do not hate yourself? you want to open the blinds? take a walk? sauté that vegetable? visit that museum? really? it is just because i am a resident, right? someday i will want to see the sun again? sometimes the things you do are also mediocre? i am weary and have a headache…tense…apprehensive. i have no vigor to make it better. i am waiting…and eating pinkberry…and hoping…
i cannot move into a hotel…my hair is thinning…there are three more years of in house call to come…i cannot move to san francisco just so that i can go to napa valley on the weekend…i have backfat…i have no child…and mattie is leaving again…
i feel like going back to bluffton…
…and eating grilled oysters.
cheers to uninterrupted sleep, the impending upheaval, and auberge resorts.
