Mornings

November 17, 2005

On most mornings I feel slow-witted and clumsy like a space amoeba on the edge of some impossible breakthrough. Sleepless. We stay up late into the night, drinking coffee and we plot my future. According to Alysia, it involves hand-carved duck-decoys and vulnerable children.

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Comments

Hey, I’m space amoeba, remember? I have been forever. :)

Posted by: martin on November 17, 2005 at 07:09 PM

I could point out that just before you have breakthroughs, Mr. Space Amoeba, you are sometimes slow-witted and clumsy. :P
Aren’t we all?

Posted by: Opal on November 18, 2005 at 08:47 AM

Sorry for using your name in vain, Martin … it’s just that ‘space amoeba’ is so darn descriptive I couldn’t help but use it in a sentence.

Posted by: Tudor on November 18, 2005 at 12:18 PM

It is catchy, isn’t it? :) Someday, I’ll tell you the story of space amoeba, if you ask.

BTW, click my name… I’ve changed my blog over to LJ,,, update your bookmarks!

Posted by: martin on November 19, 2005 at 11:54 AM