this morning #1102.

this morning, the carafe plummeted earthward, a direct result of my continued clumsiness. shattered at my feet. OJ everywhere. shards of glass strewn across the carpet. before i’d even had a chance to react, two hotel attendants appeared at either side, stepped into the space between me & the mess i’d just made. as i stepped back, i apologized profusely. it’s just like me to create a scene when the rest of the world’s just trying to eat their breakfast. before i knew it, i’d retreated into the elevator. fled the first floor. made my way back up to my room. locked the door behind me. sat down on the bed. laughed until it turned into a cry. wondered why i kept coming back to omaha.