You know how when you’re supposed to have a thunder storm this afternoon and also tonight and you watch the big black thunderheads drifting by and everything feels tight in its skin about to bust right out if you don’t get some kind of sign from the sky and your head burns waiting and you want to eat hot curry to tamp the burn but you’re stuck in a tall building and the clouds keep piling up and there’s a feeling in the air the sky is ionized so good it could iron your white shirts in 3 seconds flat if only it would let loose so you start praying to whatever god is handy the god of Tuesday the god of Tuesday Weld the god of Narnia the god of bad art the god of unread books the god of your goddamn too small server the god of the broken printer the god of if only I didn’t have a boss the god of I wish I made enough money the god of bad cafeteria smells the god of loose change the god of one hour martinizing and of course Beethoven that the whole mess would just pop but it doesn’t it’s a balloon in your stomach and it’s full of helium it’s filling with helium and there’s a lot of space on account of you had one strawberry for breakfast but it’s filling quick but none of it does any good because the damned sky won’t open and everything and everyone is waiting?