reading: The Worst Years of Your Life, edited by Mark Jude Poirer, and also The New Kings of Nonfiction, edited by Ira Glass
Something out there doesn’t want me to have a good night’s sleep.
Last night, at one o’clock – I had been asleep for about an hour – one of my shelves came crashing down. Coincidentally, this was not one of the many shelves holding books, but the top one, which holds pretty much all my dishes. When dishes fall from such a height, they break. Consequently, I turned on the light to see broken glass and ceramics everywhere. I now have only two breakfast plates that are untouched, and a couple more missing pieces. Four cups are miraculously unbroken, but gone are all the glasses, teacups, coffee cups and most of my plates. Even one of my cereal bowls smashed – and those are made of plastic! I spent half the morning cleaning up, since I was too exhausted to do it last night. What makes it even worse is that most of the broken dishes had been sitting on the kitchen counter for days, waiting for me to wash them. If I had just procrastinated them for another day, I wouldn’t have a box of broken glass besides me.
This was the second time in two days my heart was beating at an unhealthy rate, while I sat up in bed disorientated. Luckily I didn’t bolt across the room this time, or I would have stepped in broken glass and seriously hurt myself.
I’m awaiting tonight with trepidation. Who knows what will happen?