Cat woke up from a midday nap to find that she had a melon head and grapefruit hands. Whats worse, whoever performed this frankenstinian operation had not properly sealed the seems between the stubs where her head and hands used to be and they leaked sticky juice down her neck and arms. Cat struggled mentally with the realization but any precursors to successful thoughts were damped by a cool sweetness.
Exhausted from these difficult questions, Cat sprawls out on the grass by the Charles river ready to sob....what if she gets hit by a car trying to cross the street? Will her head explode?
As she lay there, she heard the sounds of bicycles, roller blades, young couples with baby carriages rolling along the path by the river. One voice yelled "Hey mellonhead!" as the individual whirred past. "I am not a melonhead" thought Cat, but her melon face stayed cool and smooth despite the mounting inner turmoil.
...upon awaking her hands had popped out of the grapefruit and she was much relieved to at least cradle her heavy melonhead in her hands as she tried once again to mount the bucking bull of consecutive thought.
Cat eventually decided that her friends would let her sleep on the couch - even if she leaked melon juice - and began the 20min walk home. The afternoon sun felt good on her chest where her shirt now damply clung to her.
* I sat at an outdoor cafe with Suelin and saw a great band at the Cantab with a fiddle
* Stayed up chatting in PJs with Rayna and Bryan
* Passed Tom Cruise while running with Rayna along the Esplanade
* Visited Steve's new company's product development space
* Went with Nate to see a former pole vaulter perform his street performance act with his brother
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Maybe a bike accident as melonhead will serve as motivation for others to wear bike helmets, or at least as an impromptu sidewalk picnic.
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