just another day in the life

it is cold here, snow flurries and temps of 22 degrees in the morning. the steering wheel is too cold to touch, i use my sweater as a buffer and check email while i drive, maimed like. thinking too many thoughts. hoping for something in particular. noticing dilapidated barns, feeling a bit dilapidated myself. wondering how many wicked things i can fit in one day and if karma really is a bitch or as imaginary as a unicorn or cracken. i may have had an epiphany, okay yes i did. i am the devil that wants to f#*& me in the back of the car. no one else quite has that power. deviant? yes, quite often. i am not bragging, just coping, trying to find my balance of good and evil, light and dark, devil and bob, i guess. work is work is work, my life begins when it is over and ends when it begins. i am not me there, i couldn't possibly be me there. and that is good, a good break from me, a chance to be surrounded by innocence and reminded of the simplest things in life. i am looking forward to warmer temperatures and a chance to find distractions outside my head and outside a warm bed.