my head is almost completely back to normal, although i find still i have momentary lapses of memory, unable to remember if i had these before the so-called accident, or if these were always a part of my everyday space-e-ness we know as andrea. just how mant licks does it take to get to the center of a blow pop? my world will never know, and i will never know why i have been blessed with keeping the memories of childhood advertisements and not the directions I must go when driving my way through these streets to my daughter's school in the morning. am I going to forever be questioning what day is it? no, i don't think so for very much longer:
this momentary lapse of memory has made me feel even stronger to the ideas of importance in life and being here and now. fuck the dates and fuck what IT is, today is all that matters. circles star my eyes. i sit here and play guitar and read books to myself and to Azyah. wash, rinse, repeat. food is good and full of love. say hello to people as you pass them on the street, and yes, make it a fucking point to walk places, and when driving don't always take the shortest way to get there. the place you might be going is the point in between. ask anyone who knows me, i don't take the highway when at all possible. i highly recommend this practice.
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