As if…
Perhaps it was the karma of yesterday’s post that made what seemed like impossible… possible. Like the plan suggested I went through the chain of events by leaving the humdrum of work life to entering the stop-and-go zombies of commuters migrating like cattle back to their pigeon holes. After an hour of stop & go, loud music, and blasting cold air to keep my alive.. I made it home. It was no refuge, however, upon entering the house a cellphone bill was thrust at me like a dagger. $111 for last month’s cellphone use. I looked through the phone numbers (all between me and my girlfriend) and asked politely “how much do I gotta pay you?” the drama exploded from there resulting in me eventually pulling down the earth flag & American flag outta the wind or at least that was the reason I gave to do it. In truth, it was me finally giving up and declaring defeat. I had nothing left to fight for that day… I was done.
I quietly ate my dinner and watched as the black caucus ripped apart another white shock jock… I didn’t have any energy to say that they that in my opinion they should first examine what’s on UPN 49 with all their black television shows, before they crucify another white guy on “multi-cultural issues” (read what should be called bi-cultural issues).
It wasn’t long before my body quit and demanded that I rest. I slowly trudged to the refuge of my room with the lights off and collapsed in a heap on the bed. For about a solid hour I slept comfortably until Dad came rushing in asking for a copy of a DVD of his. Well copy a DVD? No prob. I awoke parts of my body so that I could function enough to get this small task out of the way, but technology was against me. My computer spat out the disks I fed it and the software popped up error messages like a little kid who refused to eat his veggies. I was flustered, tired, and didn’t want to fight it. The deadline was the next morning @ 8 bells (8am) so after 2 1/2 hours of fighting I just copied the DVD’s to my hard drive and went to bed at (ironically) 12:30pm roughly an half hour from the previous nights…
once again *sigh* life must love it’s subtle lectures.
~J out