I went to a poetry reading the other night. I read at it. The married last name granted me second-last. I knew that by this time, over an hour from the start, the families that had accompanied nervous poets wished they weren't there. That despite the urge to rush, to free them, I read with (what I thought was) pause, standing with my arms at my sides. Afterward we, the poets, met at La Bodega, signing eachother's books that Gerry made up for us. Two poems each. It was loud, because there were fourteen of us talking at once in a small room upstairs, and the waiter, a blond man with thick-rimmed glasses, dropped beer glasses and looked embarrassed. I tipped more than eighteen percent, which is what we were forced to tip due to us being a large group. Everyone should be a server at some point in their lives. This was at the top of the wheel. Fortune's wheel. I learned about Fortune's wheel in King Lear. At one point you can be the bastard son who rose to the top, the next pleading for the lives you've sentenced to death with the two women who loved you dead in a murder-suicide.

I watched The Biggest Loser tonight. A two-hour special. Or maybe it's always two hours? Anyway, however many weeks they've been going at it, fat has melted off of their bodies. Their shapes have changed. Who, besides the human species, can change into such dramatically different shapes? Amoebas? I don't know, those stay pretty round. And then I after proclaiming to Daniel how weird it is that we're filled with blood, I asked why our veins are blue. Elementary, he said, it has to do with it changing colour with hitting the oxygen. I looked it up on answers.com and figured out that is false; it has something to do with light refracting against the skin. But it was neat to think about being filled with blue for a while.

I'm done the semester on Thursday. I work that night, which I dreamed about last night. Stuck working until close, along with dreams of my sister trapped in a bottle that was filling up with water from the dug-out of my childhood farm. It was terrible. So the wheel is rolling 'round. I didn't get a job today, though I went to an interview. He had given them away already. There's only about ten other places I applied that haven't called. Maybe I'm just not meant to make any money?