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in the midst of the storm


It’s Prime’s birthday today!!!
He’s been inundated with gifts, drink, and camraderie, all of which is deserved. I think we did really well and he had a great time.
Then why do I feel like such a schmuk?
One reason is my mother. She was to leave the city and travel to the country to take care of some of her business before the 4th. This included her leaving Junior with me today, which interfered with the plans for Prime’s birthday. When I tried to get her to have Junior arrive at the house the next morning instead of this afternoon, she breaks down and decides to give me major drama, all of which ended with, “Well I guess I’ll just take him with me. I’m sick and I don’t feel good. I’ll just take him with me on the trip. I don’t know what else to do.”
The end result is: no Junior, a great dinner with Prime, and Mama…well, she gets to do what she wants to do. This is not supposed to bother me, but it festers. This incident is minor to where the rest of my trauma is coming from.
I can sum the rest of the trauma up in one answer: I’m out of money. I haven’t run out of money in years. Before this period, however, I was broke so often you would think this would be no big deal to me. But I can’t help it. It’s killing me. Of course, I always have a Plan B that will put enough money in my hands to survive.
None of this makes me feel good though. I feel positively awful. The next couple of days will be spent trying to get money that is supposed to go to me instead of just sit around.
My plans for the weekend will be to stay in the house and hang here until next week. I’m sure I’ll be up to par by then, but right now, I need to keep all my faculties to myself. I’m afraid if I give anymore, I’ll dry up lke a lil’ ole raisin.
On the positive side of things, Cookie sounds great, and Raphael is sounding much better to me these days. Call it escapist music.
In other words, if you’re looking for me, I’ll be the one with headphones on. Just get me a Melon Ball to drink and I’ll be just fine.

2 Responses “in the midst of the storm”

  1. 29 June 2002 at 00:40

    Yes yall, I had a blast of a b-day. Best one in years. Thanks for the wonderful gift EJ!! I will put it to good use * wink * and the dinner was fabulous topper to a good day! Love ya!
    p.s. don’t let momma get you down. It will work its way out. It always does.

  2. 8 July 2002 at 11:05

    ahhhhh, the mama drama. i’ve always said that my mother is the guilt-trip travel agent extraordinaire…maybe she and your mama should start a business. :^)

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