fans suck…

W put a fan by the window- on the side of the bed where I usually sleep when I am at his house (though he is not a ‘side’ person). This is smart because summer weather is coming. However, I am a Wilcox and though we spend years in dance class, we are not the most graceful creatures. I crashed and burned on the fan this morning at 7am while struggling to get up. I didn’t even see it- it was like when the Native Americans literally didn’t see Columbus’s ship coming towards them because it wasn’t a part of their realitly. It was like the gorilla walking through the basketball game that people completely miss. The fan was not apart my reality but it is now, along with the scrap on the front of my shin and the bruise on my hand and the disallusionment W must face with regard to my perfectness 😉



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