Saturday, June 26, 2004

Tedious Saturday into Sunday morning and back again

I got ready to the last detail last night. But when I exited my building, the rain was coming down again. I decided to stay. I could have taken an umbrella, but I didn't want to push it, for a change. Lately, when things don't go my way I stress the circumstances until they flow my way. I spent the night in seclusion, listening to music and surfing the net till I finally decided to chat. I chatted for a couple of hours with these two sisters from California. We even called each other over the phone. It's been so long since I got to do this sort of thing. I had a few beers, had the air conditioner on, and the raindrops hitting against the window pane gave me a sense of calm whenever the music would stop to change a song into another.
Today, Saturday, I cooked before heading to work. I am now working, sitting while I await the return of an officer I just relieved for his meal break. I will be working a double shift until tomorrow morning. Then I will come back in for my regular shift at 3PM.
Now that I remember, yesterday I worked out naked. In front of the mirror. It was too hot, so I let the air conditioner on the whole day. I better get back to work, to this kind of tedious Saturday evening. The sun is fading away and the night is starting to come down on the city. Oh, well, there will be plenty to do later. I called la Turca and asked her if she had received my email, and also rescheduled the postponed date for next Friday. This isn't writing, it's free association writing, which is different. It helps me adjust to the idea of writing, which is what I am, a writer. No drafts here. Ah, that poetry.com people kindly invited me to Philadelphia, along with another sixty something people for the final prize in a poetry competition. They also informed me that the poem I wrote was selected to be recorded in a cd by a professional reader. If I wanted a copy, I had to pay for it, same deal as with the book. Although at no time they said I was obliged, I felt like I should get me a few copies, just to show off, which is so good for your self-esteem.

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