I can't write today. I'm in a rush. In a couple of hours I'm leaving for another town. My sister is getting married. I'll give a speech at the ceremony. I've already read it to three people. The three of them cried. I think that means it's okay. I'm wearing a pink turban with green feathers. The dress looks like Freddy Krueger's cheeks right now. It will be all right. Nobody will notice it. Nobody but mum. She's driving me crazy.
I can't write today. My sister won't let me. She's calling me... every three and a half minutes. I have to get into a random car and ask for directions and collect one shoe from the repair shop. I have to set the camera angles. I have to carry the hard disk. There is a general rehearsal tonight. The hard disk, I'll end up forgetting it. Put it on the table. Put it next to the door. Put it on top of my head right now and walk like an African housewife, keeping balance, swinging the hips, laying it back. Not sure if that phrasal verb works in there or not. Anyway, I can't write today. I'm too excited to focus, to concentrate. I'm running and playing songs every three and a half minutes. Changing the track now. Going through a 90's phase. I know, I know. Neighbours are going to complain. Hater's gonna hate. Rain is going to fall tomorrow, at the wedding. It will be okay. It will look epic somehow.
What else, what else, ah! don't forget the bag. My speech will be kept in there, with my wallet and other stuff. I don't need to bring the wallet to my sister's wedding! I'll take it out right now. Wait. I need a wallet to get there by car. Wallet back into bag. What will I do with my nails, by the way? Pah, tomorrow I'll figure it out. Nobody will look at my hands. They won't be noticed. Oh. Wait. My eldest sister will put her eyes on them from first glance. I don't care. I like natural style, skin color charm, pink plain. Jeez, look at the time. I definitely can't write today. And it is a shame. I kind of like this typing thing I have going on. Okay. The phone again. I'd better pick it up. I'd better iron the dress. Hahahaha. Look at those wrinkles. God. Mum will get mad. I can't be helped. Next track. Leaving now. I can't write today. I'm in a rush.
