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Ted: Crunchy granola? Are you girls trying to convert me? (Episode: 402)
Scene opens in darkness...
a light shines on the stage and gives it form...
I will learn how to create my day as well if not better than my plays...
great I'm doing poetry again...
Jump out of bed and put on a marshmellow outfit to run. I am trying to do it for 40 days. Keep the Turkey day pounds off, Christmas pounds off and to sound more enlightened...on the jog I stop thinking... only the huffs ring in my ears...
It is an iteresting sensation going on a run. Low in breath, so you breath in so much your lungs fill with oxygen and send blood to the brain. Euforia, adrinaline and a general state of high settles.
I run out of breath quickly...thoughts flood me again, why am I still a smoker, asthma sucks, and I start to walk.
Thoughts of things I need to do, creations for the day run into my head...I leave the area I am walking in and travel through my brain...does this make me sound smart, am I deep...wait backspace, that is what I am thinking now. I finish my walk and go to deposit in my account. I am getting low. Need more cash...
I stop by the 99 peso store to grab something, it's closed, nothing in the fabric shop next to it, I decide to take a walk to a store next door and look around for a bit.
I try the door, no one there, only a few minutes till they open I start to wait and hear a friendly voice. Valencia is there.
"36, you told someone I was 36!" I said as I hugged her neck. We talked in her car as we waited to go inside. Inside the store we found nothing but friendship and reconnection. We exchanged numbers again and will start work soon.
Fly to school. I have no time and forget 3 things before leaving. I don't have my lines down as well as I want to. Damn.
Onto work, am met with a sad story. Need to help, don't know how. Hope it is well with you if this screen can connect to you...hug...
I see my co-worker come in and I want to grab a break so I can eat. He runs out. Not in the literal sense, he just left for an errand. What a day.
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