A Day in the Life of a Loser
I snaggle my fingers through the asymmetrical nest on my head and move to more important things like the feel and seal of velcro in my mouth. But wait . . . What did I do with my toothbrush? Fine, I’ll just rinse and gnaw on a toothpick.
Into the kitchen, searching all drawers. Hmm . . . I thought they were in here.
Need to check my laptop for class time. I squint at the screen, whine at the blur in front of me, and flail around blindly looking for my old lady glasses.
So late for Pilates class! I vow to keep my sour mouth closed and wear a hat, if I could just find my sunglasses and keys!
Finally keys in hand, I check the time. I’ve already missed half the class. Forget it. I’ll stay home and sculpt pieces to hang things on. I tell myself: