six minutes

an old journal entry. july. the completion of another book from richard russo, the worst of his yet {nobody's fool}. the return home from the film festival replete with the strangeness of my photo on the front page of the paper, dancing on a streetcorner. a lingering flu. back to work, with the often feeble attempts of quieting middle school children. my first day of class in ten years, from which i walked out in under three minutes, completely incapable of taking the 'music theory placement exam,' which might as well have been written in chinese. i guess i must begin my climb up this ladder, quite a bit lower than i expected, which is amazingly humbling an overwhelming. saturday. work to be done. guitar parts to record. and strange noises. a lack of time, to do all of the necessary things. a lack of money. an abundance of joy. and snot, trying rather successfully to escape from my nose. drip, drip, drip. the onset of fall. the clock moves. 10:30 i must begin. six minutes.

Posted by jeff pitcher at October 1, 2005 10:24 AM

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