Monday, January 8, 2007

Gravity leaking

Somewhere between the odd smell they detected today in Manhattan and the fortune I got in a cookie not so long ago I find I've developed a mild case of anxiety.

Like the not-distinct odor and the un-fortune, I can't really describe what this is, but it's troubling all the same. I'm not sure if there's anything to be worried about, but I have started preparing, just in case.

It's just that I don't feel quite ... prepared. I feel as if there's a test coming up for which I've forgotten to study. Or that I've finally noticed the shoe almost ready to drop. I'm certain that a quiet day can easily incubate a tragic storm.

If you don't hear from me, you can assume the worst. But if blogging is allowed in the underworld, I'll let you know.


Anonymous said...

remember, the world is supposed to end in just five short years.

six days after my 25th. how wierd.

MsAPhillips said...

you're in very good company.

i always considered a general sense of unease to be a sign of mental acuity...