Turns out a chainwheel was my Achilles heel

Past two months spent: ritually preparing cafe au lait, nursing a tendonal stab wound, hand washing dishes for a family of five and laying them to dry inside a dishwasher in disrepair. Spent looking for jobs and applying to jobs and not getting jobs. Spent waiting excitedly for the next movie to arrive via mailbox. Spent not looking for jobs. Spent sorting out fifteen years' worth of junk from my parents' garage, spent shredding paperwork from 1982. Spent dwelling on every dumbass thing that has ever passed my own lips. Spent researching new methods of preparing pears, spent reading the entire Harry Potter series. Spent vacuuming and scrubbing the interiors of medicine cabinets and hosing down porch furniture. Spent purchasing plastic bowls of pine nut hummus, copies of Nylon, every variety of Kashi bar, POM teas on sale, sweaters from departments stores, one hundred bananas, cans of Wolfgang Puck spicy bean soup, five and a half pounds of leeks, bottles of wine, eyeliner, copies of Gourmet. Spent lacquering toenails, applying facial scrubs, waxing unwanted hairs, deep-conditioning and moisturizing. Spent cringing at the sound of Judge Judy shrieking; spent reading various Lonely Planet guides and eating at Greek restaurants. Spent watching television shows about murder, fictional and non. Spent turning pages.