listening to: why? – whispers into the others
Man! Fuck you, U.S. Postal Stamp Machine! Nobody likes you OR your dollar coins.
Anyway. I’ve finally yelled at a U.S.P.S. stamp machine in public. I think that is a sign that I’ve officially lost it. I mean, not like I hadn’t before.
I’m going to Boston. In like 20 minutes. I mean, actually, I’m driving to Indianapolis and then flying to Boston, and airports kind of make me feel like I ought to have an anxiety attack at any given moment. My obsession with being on time and my paranoia that time can move and hates people is probably why.
And I’m a little nervous about traveling with cello, again. Traveling would create so much less anxiety for me if I didn’t have this $20,000 somewhat heavy thing to contend with. The fact that I will possibly be without a place to go for several hours this evening does not quell my nerves. It would be so easy to traipse around the commons or the cemeteries with my Nikon D40 or anywhere if it weren’t for that heavy cello-thing, in addition to that small carry-on. Dammit.
I’m starting to think owning a cello is part of the reason I never want to live in a huge city, too. More on that later.
But I’ll take it in stride. I’m determined to count exactly how many times somebody on the public transportation system tries to make a witty remark about the cello this time, and write down any new or good ones. Because I need ideas, apparently.
Anyway. I hope I make it there alive, and without traumatizing myself too much. And I hope everything goes okay. I won’t be able to practice at all today, but big surprise, I hardly care. I hope I make it back and can then savor some peace for a few days. The last six weeks have been fairly brutal, to be completely honest.