2006-11-05
i don't want to be a robot
Mama has turned into a robot from the Planet Rewind. Every day, it's the same routine. She wakes up at the butt-crack of dawn, before the Miami Herald lands on the front lawn. She fights the "gridlock," and still rolls in late to the office. Then she drags herself home and collapses on the couch. Mama is always "too tired" to cook a real dinner--something with all four food groups. So she orders organic take-out from Wild Oats: jet-washed arugula and pizza on buckwheat flatbread. The next morning, the movie repeats like a bad summer sequel. And she wonders why I hide in my room, playing the Sims? It's a lot safer in virtual reality.
f-i-n at 10:50 a.m.