one headlight
november 27th, 2000

There are good things. These things include the shadows of clouds coursing 
through the mountains with the sunlight seeping through now and again, 
friends visiting for the weekend, the X-Men movie, Ash saying "Momma," the 
Wallflowers song "One Headlight," and coming home to a clean house when 
you least expect it.

There are bad things. These things include take-home quizzes you forgot 
about, being reprimanded for helping out a friend by telling them what to 
expect on the exam they were about to take, books you still haven't read, 
and the kind of depressional funk November always leaves you with, because 
it's a sour month full of bad memories.

There's got to be something better than in the middle.

I have a lot to do, and even more to decide. After all, this is the first 
day of the rest of my life, right? It's all good. I've got laughter in my 
pocket, anyway. How could I help it, with a starfish around? Astronomy 
homework is calling my name, I wish it would shutup, or take a long 
vacation to china with my Rushdie and my Thomas Wolfe and let me just 
enjoy breathing for a change.

If anybody asks, I'm hibernating.

We can drive it home with one headlight...