Yesterday/Today
alrighty then, if you have been reading my recent posts, then I don’t need to tell you why i’m still up at 9:44pm on a Tuesday. I woke up late, and took a nap, all coffee aside (I went for it and had 3 at around 7:30). A dear friend and supporter of this blog told me that he thought I was hacked from my last post, maybe it was all of the products I mentioned by name.
I have been hacked.
I’ve been hacked by some kind of energy. I’m not going to get too into it because I don’t trust anything, especially things I can’t understand. It’s too new.
My days just fly by, now. there were times when they would just drag on and on and i’d look at the clock at 4 pm and wish it was bed time.
(it was bedtime)
today 8/28/24
Sorry about the energy thing, I know it’s kind of corny but not corny enough to delete.
I got a new phone today (a real one, the sequel to my beloved a13), and I was in this store trying to get together 10$ between the 5$ cash I had, and whatever was left on my debit card (it was a mystery because my phones were transferring) to buy a case for it. This Guyanese lady just pulls out a 10 and buys it for me, out of nowhere.
This post, I realize, presupposes that you’ve been keeping up recently. I’m sorry if you have no idea what’s going on. I need to just type, though. So, the other day I mentioned that in a recent call (that we have every day) Heady Mike of New Jersey and I agreed that gratitude breeds a life of abundance.
Well, there you go. It’s abundantly clear that if I drop my phone it’ll be safe, thanks to this random woman.
I love my neighborhood (South Richmond Hill, Queens). Now that i’m out, and walking around every day, I the see people every day. I don't talk to all of them, but I imagine they see me every day and it feels something like home. I talk to Bob and his brother everyday. Bob and his brother are these young kids who came from India a few years ago with nothing. They wear suits and sign people up for internet service on the street. These kids are going to be rich, I can tell from their work ethic.
There are recurring characters in my life, i’m trying to have them in my writing, because I realized that the only real recurring character was me, and I was lonely.
Speaking of characters, i’m going to go ask Robert my roommate if he wants to play fighting games for a bit, maybe 10 bouts or so. Then I think i’ll go to sleep.
