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Listening to: The Raveonettes

Drinking: coconut mocha coffee

Watching: Pee-Wee Herman biography

This morning I woke up angry. It happens. The whole, “wrong side of the bed” thing. Gray skies and rain eased my mood as I drove Md into school though. The morning commute is my favorite, as we both listen to the local college radio station, Album 88. Unfortunately, the suits at Georgia State University thought it would be a great idea to change the programming to Georgia Public Broadcasting between the hours of 5am-7pm. Obviously Atlanta needs more radio stations spewing NPR for hours on end. /sarcasm. Md and I have joined in the fight and are supporting the radio station any way we can- either on Instagram, calling the college president, signing petitions, whatever it takes. College radio is the gateway to brilliant talent and to think that we won’t be able to listen to it until after 7pm in our cars is utter bullshit (of course, we can always listen online at anytime, but that dulls the magic of commuting a bit).

Other than teaching my son how to be active in social issues, it’s been a busy month. I have so many hobby projects going on that I fear I’ll never finish a damn one. There’s two sketch books, a commissioned piece of art, a knitted tam, a needlepoint and building a playlist for an upcoming radio station Md and I want to start. I mean, GAH. Oh and then writing. “Writing.”  I don’t know about other writers, but I constantly narrate everything in my head. I’m getting better at jotting things down or typing them into my notes on my phone. I haven’t received any rejection letters on the stacks of poems I shipped off a few weeks ago, so perhaps that’s a good sign.

What else…

A few weeks ago, I woke up at 3:14 am, feeling like someone was squeezing my ankle. When I woke up, I saw a small shoe horn shaped light at my ankle. I completely panicked. As in FROZEN with fear. Every night since then, I wake up at exactly 3:14 am.  I got in touch with my girlfriend Kasey, texting her the situation that happened. I thought I was maybe overreacting, dreaming or just, I don’t know what. Guess what time she got my text? 3:14. It’s not that I wake up and stay awake, it’s just that my eyes pop open and I reach over, hit the home key on my phone, note the time and say goodnight. I fall right back asleep. Two nights ago, I had a dream that one of the guys from Ghost Adventures was giving me CPR. I felt my arms flailing around to get him off of me, because with each breath, he was pushing ghosts into my body. That shit freaked me out. My quest to find out what the hell is going on continues. I’ll keep y’all posted. 

On Tuesday I cut about 3″ off my hair. Maybe 5″? I don’t know. I hadn’t planned on getting my hair cut, but after my shower I was brushing my hair and the brush got tangled. It was the third time in a week. I figured it was time. However, I just couldn’t drive up to Nashville to see my brother, so I went to visit the “other guy.”  The “Other Guy” is an older Vietnamese man who has a small salon next to the international market.  The first time I let him cut my hair, I nearly had a panic attack, as my brother has been the only person to cut my hair in over ten years. Well, OG did a flawless job. FLAWLESS. I was so happy that he was able to see how my brother cut my hair before and with a few gentle snips of his scissors, recreated the exact look. Tuesday though, I was searching for something a little different, so I went with a longer asymmetrical bob. Obviously I love it. My curls are back, my hair is light and airy and all is right with the world.

I’ve also started working part time, but it was brought to my attention the second day of work that I was to, under no circumstances, discuss where I work on any social media or blog. Really. How drab. I do like what I’m doing though- it keeps me active, laughing and gives me an opportunity to be home for my family and supper on the table by six. It’s nice. Hopefully I won’t get dooced for that little blurb. We’ll see.

So to sum it all up: everything is right as rain. The laundry is caught up, I’m learning how to cook new foods (whole artichokes, cactus, unidentified veggies from the market that I have to Google pictures of), growing a garden, dreaming of ghosts, gearing up for summer, thinking about starting a pirate radio station and living.

Remember, a good day is a good day. A bad day is a good story. At the end of the day, it’s all good.

 

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