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September 22, 2005
Freakin out
So I get to the hotel before AR does and I figure that since I'm rooming with her for the first time, I'd better not just spread my junk all over everywhere the way I do when I'm rooming with SJ (who's just as bad as I am), so the first thing I do is change into my jammies and the second thing I do is start unpacking, and I'm going along just fine: I figure out which bed AR will probably want, and I divide the closet hangars in half so's I don't take too many of them and I get the suitcase unpacked but then I dump out the briefcase onto the bed (after all, it's collected a bunch of junk, even in the short trip from Syracuse to Detroit—which short trip, by the way, was made immeasurably longer by a too-chatty shuttle driver whose only passengers were me and his common-law wife; I made the tragic error of answering honestly when he asked where I was going, and for my sins, I then got to listen to the tape of his college plagiarisms, played on continuous loop), and as I start to sort through the briefcase junk that's now sprayed onto the bed, I see a tiny bright thing, and guess what it was.
It was a piece of windshield.
I thought I got all that stuff out of the briefcase back in February. But no. Here's this one little piece, now in a hotel room in Detroit Michigan, reminding me that in January I nearly killed myself.
It took me awhile to finish unpacking. Fortunately AR showed up, spirited me away for a salad and glass of wine, and got my mind on something other than that little piece of windshield.
Posted by senioritis at September 22, 2005 10:00 PM
Comments
You're in Ann Arbor, not Detroit, AND you forgot to mention your fancy Get Fuzzy t-shirt.
Posted by: aerobil at September 22, 2005 10:14 PM
Just breathe. Seriously.
Posted by: Nels at September 23, 2005 01:12 AM
A small, transparent symbol of survival, strength, and sisu. (That's Finnish for courage/intestinal fortitude.)
Posted by: susansinclair at September 23, 2005 03:40 PM
You should keep it as a surivor-nior.
You make it sound like you were trying or something. You weren't. You were TRIUMPHING, dammit.
Posted by: madeline at September 24, 2005 01:13 PM
Set it in a ring and wear it. Right back atcha to the Providence that sees fit to send random reminders and flashbacks. -clo
Posted by: clo at September 25, 2005 07:47 PM