Tuesday, October 30, 2007

In grad school, I was taught that the best stories had a secondary meaning, that there was never just one layer to anything.

What's the deeper layer to why I'm up now and have been for the last two hours, pissed off?

The mature part of me says Bitch please, there are so many other important things to worry about -- and so much to be thankful for. It speaks in a voice that is slow and smooth, reasoned and balanced.

Then there's the pissed-off and true inner voice: Because why should I? Right now, that one sounds like the front story. Maybe after coffee it'll change.

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