Friday, May 2, 2008
Me as a Chicken
Last night, Namwali laughed and said, “Since I’ve arrived in town, it’s clear that there are two things that are very important to you: sleep and food.”
She’s not wrong.
I miss Namwali already. It seems cruel that graduate school gives you six years with wonderful people who love the same things you do, and then fires you each off to different corners of the country.
It has been an action-packed week, and now I’m exhausted. I’m egg-zausted, like a chicken who has laid 365 eggs in an hour and then needs to be hooked up to an IV before all her feathers fall off, her scaly feet curl up, and she shuffles off this mortal coil of poultry.
Namwali could have also observed my tendency toward absurd melodrama.
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