I burned my fingers badly. I fail miserably at handling materials that have been in the stove. While it was hot. Maybe I am a reflection of my inner clutter. Like a turtle. Although, I believe a different creature would describe my habits better. What do you call those fuzzy little things from South America? Like hedgehogs or something but completely different.
My fingers are smooth. Yet the ripples of my fingerprints linger in my mind. I meant to say across. They linger across my mind. When you skip a stone across a deep, still, smooth part of a river. That’s a keld by the way. Like the cranberries. Yes, I have to.
I haven’t dumped my stream of consciousness for a while now. There’s a pun there. I haven’t poured it like this in writing for a while. Speaking of pouring, you know what had a positive flow today? That utility from the board game that didn’t have the light bulb. Yeah, that one. I didn’t turn them off. I just let it go. This happened before I created scar tissue on my fingertips.
I think I’m going to call in sick today. Still not at the top of my game.
In other news: I am still having difficulties with my tense when writing. I still can’t stick to just one. Some moments I use present tense and the next sentence I’m using past. And I am still catching myself using the passive voice. My English teacher would be failing me right now. Time for me to go back to school.
Spring semester sounds attractive. Summer semester sounds more attractive. Anyone have awesome suggestions for which school deserves me? :)