cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- FUCK THAT - I'M FREE! This is what my life is going to be like starting one month from now. Oh, this is wonderful. Today I slept until about 9 am. Took a shower - as long as I wanted to. Trish had taken the kids to tennis class so I watched porn on the internet for about 10 minutes while drinking a cup of coffee. Then I drove downtown, parked, and walked the 2 miles to the University grounds. Along the way I stopped at a used book store, bought a few books and chatted with the owner. He had heard of me and asked me to do a reading some time. I got a sandwich for lunch at the place where we used to come in half-drunk at 2 am for subs when I was a teenager. Then I walked over to the library, hid way back in the stacks and wrote out a recipe for the book. This library smells EXACTLY like it did 15 years ago when I hung out on the grounds as a high school student. This university. I was never officially a student here but it feels like coming home. In high school I was a bit precocious. I came here for lectures, workshops, concerts, etc. I used the computer lab at the engineering school every weekend. I was in the libraries almost every day in the summertime and after I had dropped out of high school (I dropped out in order to start college early. Long story). A few times I even taught introductory workshops here on Egyptian Hieroglyphics when I was 16 or 17. In the summers I lived in the dorms while I attended summer writing programs. For a solid 3 years I was a student here in all but name. I had no idea it would feel this good to come back. All along, it was only 2 miles down the road from the office I showed up at every day. Funny how our orbits become so tightly defined. Our worlds get so small if we aren't careful. It feels like my life is beginning all over again. Which it sort of is. Everything feels full of promise. I had been so afraid that there would never be another chapter to my life. Trish said she didn't want to have another baby (which I do not concur with), meaning that it would have been an endless plain of month in and month out at the same desk with the same people getting a little bit older and a little more desperate while things happen all around me and one day maybe I'd retire and be too tired and dull to do anything with it. FUCK THAT. I'M FREE. By the way, tomorrow is my birthday. Right now I'm going to write out another recipe or edit the last chapter and then I'm going to go sit at a cafe and drink a beer and stare at hot chicks as they walk by. 1:35 p.m. - 2010-07-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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