40,050

Isabel already called for me. I said we will be leaving soon. Too bad, I’m determined to stay here as long as it’s necessary. I will buy more liquor on my way to the subway station. I have with me some herbs to smoke later on, with Bobbie or alone. I am drunk, a little uncomfortable in this position. I should have bought the computer chair I saw on best buy. Imagine the road ahead, the cheerfulness at the moment of arrival; it’s a long way from here. I better get going and forget this. Not that I’m giving up so soon, but I am somehow obsessed now and that is not a good indication. The music here is good, so why not just crash here instead of traveling now all the way into Queens to my aunt’s house. I do know now that is not such a great story. But find, if it’s necessary, I will sacrifice. Paola will be there and my tension might mount anticipating the moment in which I meet her. I must remember that I am calling the shots here, and not worry so much about the outcome of this minor adventure. When we get there, there’d be surprise that we have finally showed up. I think it’d be rude to get there right before the year ends. I bet that by the time we show up, most of them are already drunk. Well, it wouldn’t matter anyhow, since we are ourselves a bit intoxicated with happiness. Ah, now that line really brought to my mouth a gasp of air, sighing that in fact we are in command. No one is deciding our approach, except us. Yeah, that’s the enemy within. Isabel has just finished talking on the phone and demanded we go. I told her to go and get the kid, Vangelis, who right now is at his friend’s house until further notice. The music, magically, has stopped and the urgency to leave seems imminent. I am certain some things will be forgotten. In my rush to accomplish my goal, I will lose sight of details concerning other aspects, and in the last instant start running towards the door. Isabel’s sense of being has improved with the presence of the dog; she now has a sense of humor whenever she refers to the animal. She has bought a particular brand of food that the animal’s owner had initially left with us the day he came to bring the dog, Snoopy. Isabel, generously, took advantage of an offer of buying Snoopy a large bag of food. The dog rejected it. It didn’t even bothered going close from there. Today, she bought the brand the dog likes. Kudos for her, I say.
At last, I have won: the number of words now is 40,050, and counting, way passed my original mark.