July 11, 2007
In the morning, I feel blurry. A haze has wrapped around my neck and when I step outside the day is no clearer. A fog seeps in my mind and out through my eyes, invading the world. Iím unsure of myself as if I were still a teenager, struggling to remember who I am and why Iíve decided to awaken at such an hour for a mirage of a dream that can maybe, perhaps, possibly be realized by a belittling job. If I put on spectacles, I cannot see peripherally. If I put in contacts, my eyes squint and shut.