An Achievement With Dishes

My inverted body clock started to function normally today. I presume that it was because I got myself busy with tinkering with the cabinets around my place, with practicing my disgustingly rusty cursive style of writing, with browsing forgotten artifacts of the old world from the past years of my stay in seventh grade and high school, and with sweeping the floor and arranging a few things.

I found myself standing at the foot of our sink, looking at the whole mess that inhabited the kitchen. It probably was not a hallucination, that lizard that sheepishly looked at me before jumping off to the floor. I turned the faucet’s knob and thought of remembering to jot this down for posterity.

Because I do not want you to get bored with my declaration of more fondness to wash the dishes than to fix beddings, this sentence will fill in for the heck of securing that idea.

I then finished washing the dishes passionately and to finish the whole agenda went back to this collapsible chair to type in something about that wonderfully explosive experience.

Wait, that didn’t sound like a good ending

Maybe I’d add in: “My glasses had lights reflected unto them that shifted through cooler tints, and while the special effects team had a field day with them, the expression on my face was as dull as the story of Lapu-lapu being able to kill Magellan as recorded. At the back of my mind, though, I knew that I felt strange and giddy inside as I remembered a conversation with a friend – all these frames flashed through as though washing dishes was my first love.”

… now that I’ve reread that part, maybe not.

Posted by RAM, March 24, 2008
Edited on August 22, 2008