She lives in all the mirrors. Every time I walk by one, there she is, scaring the wits out of me. I wonder if this situation has anything to do with the fact that I got my hair cut really short yesterday. (That’s when she moved in ) Perhaps I should not be alarmed and just try to make friends with her. After all, she can’t get OUT of the mirror do you think ? But on the other hand, Alice went through the looking glass, but everyone tells me that has something to do with drugs and I don’t do drugs. Of course it is possible that the woman in the mirror does drugs. Do you buy that story about Lewis Carroll ? I always thought it was sort of a goofy theory. But I have been known to be wrong . . .from time to time.
Anyway, I find I am having writer’s block. I think I must have caught it from a couple of people I met on dear diary. At least that is what I am blaming it on at the moment. Gotta be careful who you hang out with even in cyberspace :-)
Actually to be more honest, I am becoming preoccupied with thoughts of job hunting. I don’t know where to begin, because I don’t know what job I want. It would help a lot if I could determine that little bit of information. Eliminates a lot of running around and hemming and hawing where other people have to watch me doing it. I will hem and haw at home till I figure it out.
In my dream world, I want to work at “The Little Shop Around the Corner”
from that movie “You’ve got mail”… but then again, that might not be such a good idea. They had to close it because of the big bookstore around the OTHER corner. (Sound familiar R. ?) Big fish swallowing little fish. I suppose we should not be surprised.
So I am a bundle of uncertainties and insecurities today. Maybe I will consult that woman in the mirror. She looks intelligent enough. . .
But boy does she have short hair !
Hmmmmm . . . I wonder.
Nah, couldn’t be.