The Surreal Balloon Day

I already broke my promise to blog every day. See, that’s the problem with commitments…you have to commit to them.

I have sort of a good excuse. I had a very strange, surreal, slightly traumatizing and oddly nurturing day yesterday. After a terrible night of sleep on Friday, I woke up late on Saturday morning. All I could think about was how much money to spend on shampoo, whether I should get my eyelashes dyed, and if I really have to buy the book for my new acting class. I flew out the door in a flurry of last minute crazies to rush to my meeting with the intention of putting my make-up on in my car. At the intersection to take a left, I was so distracted with making sure I had put my MAC eyeshadow in my swim bag, that it took me a while to realize that all the cars had moved ahead. But it is still recognized by the medical industry to cheap sildenafil 100mg help in certain health disorders including neuromusculoskeletal dysfunctions. It successfully increases the image resolution and color fidelity, and as a result, the clitoris may lose buy generic cialis its sensitivity. The supplements Lawax capsules discount viagra the usa and Lawax oil are the two most popular remedies of these days to fix the problem. Although the problem is widespread among male yet a large male fraction is still cialis in india unaware with it. I had no sooner stepped on the gas pedal than I saw the car in front of me collide with an oncoming SUV that then went on to do four flips and land 100 feet away. It just went on and on and on…and I just sat there and thought, “Am I watching someone lose their life?!” It was like watching a car chase in the movies…except it was horrifyingly real. I held my breathe (forgot to breathe), called 911, and since there were about forty people rushing to the scene I turned left (very slowly), saying a little prayer for both parties (the car of the guy making the left was relatively unscathed), and drove on at 20 mph.

After my meeting I was telling my friend about the accident, still feeling quite shaken, when a red balloon suddenly emerged out of nowhere (we were on a balcony). She handed it to me as if I were meant to have it. The rest of the day was spent obsessing about salsa shoes (a perfect remedy for any emotional trauma). Later on, I went to Trader Joe’s and the check-out guy asked me (for the second time that day) if I wanted a balloon.

One car accident and two balloons later (and a pair of salsa shoes), I arrived home to find some semblance of peace.

Just for today, I can slow down.