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Yesterday I had no other resort than to collapse on the leather chair in the living room and be utterly sad for awhile. I realized and accepted the fact that I was helpless to rectify my situation. And then I went outside to trim back the Justicia. The plants sprawled messily across the bed and their foliage was old and weathered from winter's dormancy. I'd pass them whenever I walked in the front door, so the look of them had been chafing my subconscious for months.
Cutting them down brought me some relief. In the days past I'd gone to the movies, and that afternoon I'd gone to go see 'Diary of a Mad Black Woman' with what I thought was a free movie pass, but which was actually just the piece of paper that came along with the passes. I realized that once I was out of my car and walking to the box office, and I hadn't even brought money as a contingency. That silly defeat must've been what brought me low enough to surrender in the chair when I got back home.
Later that night I went to Jena's house, to bide the time, to escape, to enjoy the pleasure of her company, and to collect parrot feathers for the art project in English (it was our "jungle mistress'" headdress that required feathers--I should post a picture of her soon). Watching TV and talking with her and her mom was a nice way to spend a couple of hours. I returned home and attended to a few more chafing objects, namely the dirty jacket I'd left in my sister's car for weeks and the pair of jeans that'd been sitting on my dresser with the ass ripped open.
Cutting them down brought me some relief. In the days past I'd gone to the movies, and that afternoon I'd gone to go see 'Diary of a Mad Black Woman' with what I thought was a free movie pass, but which was actually just the piece of paper that came along with the passes. I realized that once I was out of my car and walking to the box office, and I hadn't even brought money as a contingency. That silly defeat must've been what brought me low enough to surrender in the chair when I got back home.
Later that night I went to Jena's house, to bide the time, to escape, to enjoy the pleasure of her company, and to collect parrot feathers for the art project in English (it was our "jungle mistress'" headdress that required feathers--I should post a picture of her soon). Watching TV and talking with her and her mom was a nice way to spend a couple of hours. I returned home and attended to a few more chafing objects, namely the dirty jacket I'd left in my sister's car for weeks and the pair of jeans that'd been sitting on my dresser with the ass ripped open.