by Larry Doyle
I am so desperately worn out, and I'm not even doing much of anything. Sitting around hotel rooms, going places and reading aloud for a few minutes and then answering questions I know the answers to. It shouldn't be too hard. But I am beyond exhausted.
It certainly didn't help that in Los Angeles the hotel maid threw out my mouth guard (I grind my teeth so hard I broke four molars before getting the guard). Now I feel guilty about trying to cut off my toddlers' pacifier.
I am so very tired that something Paris Hilton said this week, before doing 72 hours in the slammer, seems to me borderline profound:
"In the future, I plan on taking more of an active role in the decisions I make ... "
That's a koan, I think. I want the coffee mug.