Staying on course is hard but veering from it may be worse. A friend fell in the theater. I visited them on the 7th floor of a hospital downtown. For some reason the number 7 means something has happened or will happen to me. Well I made it and having parked on the 8th floor the first time. I forgot my backpack and ended up on the 7 floor on my return. Still I made it to work on time to teach.
This is the ending and beginning of a crazy year. I cold look in a mirror and laugh hysterically right now. I’m keeping my composure. Going to movies at night is fun but then so are the characters that go to see the late show. I’m one of them. I stared at the screen the whole time, still mesmerized by good film making and good stories.