hotmail refuses to give a damn.
I haven't written here in weeks.
I a busy construction girl.
The doctor shook my hand, I could see the surprise of coarse. This working woman with harder features, I see them in reflections and I try to smile more.

I had many dreams last night, though I am not sure I can call them that since sleep never seemed to come. I'd climbed a hill, it was a resort, and they had a gondola. I was sitting under it. I forget after these morning hours why. I look down and see a mountain mole borrowing under the tundra. just a line of dirt steadily pushing up, then the concrete curb breaks. This is disturbing, the old asphalt road, why I am sitting on a road is only to warn me that it is not a mole at all but the foundation of the gondola which is buckling, I look up and see the gears smoking and make a dash down the hill, I am way too late to warn anyone the gondola crashes sending cables whipping up to the hill I was just on. There is chaos at the resort too, but not because of this accident.