the rebel that didn’t spell check
Black mold is in my basement. I was told that this is not good. The information from the mold experts that I have received is any mold is bad, but black mold can “kill your ass”. This is worrisome, on many levels to say the least.
I have hatered in my heart. Hatered for what or whom, I am not exactly sure. Anger at the black mold. Frustration at the care and maintaince of an entire house. Insecure over the fact that I have no security. I would like to kick something, and I probably would if it weren’t for the fact that I am too tired.
While I smartly decided to take care of the problem when I thought of it, I not so smartly didn’t change out of my favorite pants and black hooded zip up sweatshirt. Bleach spatters are punk rock…right? I thought that it would be good to pour bleach on the black mold not realizing that it would make my entire house smell like bleach. I am typing this laying in the corner of my bed with my nose pressed to the sliver of open window.
Okay, just a little more complaining now, and then it will be all over. I had class for the last three days. I won’t bore you with the gory details, but it feels like a giant ape has pulled apart my crainail bones.
There, done. Thanks. I feel better now.
I’m listening to pretty, pretty music. Even though it’s cold I like the window open. I can hear my the rain hitting the leaves and branches of my wisteria bush. The traffic from the expressway is far enough away that it sounds like a distant ocean. It’s dark and my head is heavy on my pillow as my body tries to readjust to the new position of my bones.
Did I mention that I was tired? It’s the kind of exhaustion that just won’t let me relax. It’s me exhausting me. The feeling is the same as driving in a car with someone you don’t really trust to drive. Maybe they’re a bad driver. Maybe it’s the middle of a blinding snow storm. Maybe you just have control issues. You are slouched down in the passenger seat nodding off and jumping back awake with a start. Even though in reality what ever is going to happen is out of your hands, you believe in all of your irrationality, if you take your eyes off the road for just one second, there will be a horrible accident.
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