What the Matter is Not

That you will never die. This is what is untenable. I spent today making money. And teaching. And tuning out to The Killers' "Day and Age." And eating pulled pork, salad, and green beans. I put on my latest favorite tie. I laughed at people's jokes at lunch, but said almost nothing because I still don't really know anyone, and, uncharacteristically, nobody is asking me a lot of questions. They don't even know that I drive for three hours almost every day. I missed a call from Adrian. I parked on the street like I intended, and nonetheless resented my stupid neighbor's nephew for blocking the driveway again. There's no reasoning with that kid; all I can do is hate him whenever I think of him or see him. I met with my boss for dinner today and all I really wanted to know, but didn't ask, is what he thinks is bad about me. It was the second time we've met. There aren't that many dishes to do now, so that's next, because tomorrow's another brutally long day.