I'm trying not to read into this too much, but in the last week, I lost both my planner (all my substitute dates written inside...eek) and dropped my phone in the pool. Tonight I sit, no idea what's happening this week in substitution, no way to call anyone... plans for the evening (house music in the Tower District, perhaps Crockford's party) will still take place... but I have no idea who will be there, when I should go, who to go with....
It doesn't matter. I will stop by Pepe's house to see if he's around and I will go to the show alone if I can't find him and I will be damn near perfectly okay with that. I have to be. I will be. I am.
And I'm thinking of molting my skin and starting over.
