Today and today and today

It’s been that way all day, today. 
Finally, finally, finally – 
(But dare I say it? 
Very risky 
Very very risky. 
Oh, well. 
I’m not a Las Vegas Person. 
But this. 
This interests me immensely. )


TODAY
“Things are finally looking up.”
Good day yesterday. 
Good yesterday. 
Did research. 
Relaxed. 
Had my gourmet peanut butter and black currant jelly on country white bread sandwich. 


Listened to lots of music. 
Wrote. 
And wrote. 
And wrote and wrote and wrote.  
Went to bed. Slept well. Up during the night cause I had an earlier nap. Relaxed. And productive. Woke up rested. 
Took another nap. 
Worked and worked. 
Went out to get cigarettes and gas. 
Took Illinois Elgin – O’Hare something, etc., intending to go to Starbucks and spend the afternoon on my computer. But there was no sign on what was formerly 355 for the Woodefield Mall Exit, a major shopping attraction, anymore. 


I didn’t want to go to O’Hare, and besides, I doubted it was done anyway. They started building it when I was still living in the area. It would be years before it reached O’Hare, decades, perhaps. 


Not that I was thinking about the shit above when I was driving – nope. Not at all. Mostly I was trying to figure out where the fuck I was. I landed several towns away and in a different direction. So I decided to make a left at the intersection. The street was broad and had several lanes in both direction and was empty. 


I pulled into the outer left-turn lane. There were 2 outer left-turn lanes, land the light was red, so I relaxed a bit, and thought about getting my google navigation out, to help me find my way back to Woodfield. 


The other lanes, to my right, had green lights. But traffic was extremely light. So I sat in my lane and waited for the red arrow to turn into a green arrow, while the other lanes – on both sides of the road – were green. 


My focus was ahead. 


BOOM
BAM
CRASH
CRASH CRASH
BAM
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED! 
Fuck!  I was hit. 


I WAS OKAY. 
PRETTY MUCH. 
FOR A WHILE. 


The seat belt locked me tight against the seat. That was the most painful. 


Aside from splitting my upper lip (my first ever!) I felt physically okay. But my brain was no longer intact. Who knows what chemicals it was awash in now?




My Brain was in Shock. 


The absurdity of what I have so lovingly titled, THE ODYSSEY OF INVISIBILITY, of events – totally, outside of my control – would rival Voltaire’s Tale. 


Eventually, you start to wonder why Today keeps looking the same?
You’re cursed!


And the day keeps changing and looking the same. 
Today and today. 
However. 
I would rather not