Thursday, March 13, 2008
morning was fine. Das and i sat down for a quiet breakfast together. something happened as soon as i got out of the van at GHS (Government High School) Santa though. crabby. bitter. frustrated. tired, emotionally and physically. like i got up on the wrong side of the bed. Summer School graduation was just barely bearable. sat there looking as uninterested as i could. Westerman (our sandwich shop guru) was drunk. very drunk. his little apprentice made mediocre food.
all the while there was my man Mike. cool. calm. collected. and totally patient. i know i can be that way, too. i want to be. it’s healthy and the only way not to go insane. but i’ve just had it here. i want to go. badly. but i don’t know if i want to go to post. not that i don’t want to go, but i know that’ll be tough. strange day. think maybe the next few days will be strange as well. way to think positive, no? think positive.