Today I, by M

feel like a claymation character. At one point I was smashed into a pancake. But then remolded, to pretty much what I looked like before. There's the tell-tale thumbprints and I like the color they came up with (red) and my outfit (yellow flower in my hair). But still there's that vague apprehension again. I'm sure tomorrow will be a walk in the park. With chipmunks and cool summer breezes, and paychecks. And maybe a claymation horse to go riding off into the sunset with.

And that one day, I might blog about real non-symbolic things... maybe one day.