8:06 AM - Ella's Bellas
222.4 lbs
...mad, funny and selfish, I approve, says J to a co-worker...in the refrigerator, Spindrift cucumber seltzer, rare and illusive, rumor has it the manufacturer has stopped making it, a commodity tragedy, I and everyone I know thinks it the best flavor...a long internal debate across the morning, will I get my blood work done today? I intended to, I brought the script, but fear-mind has talked logic-mind out of it, you drank last night, you ate desert last night, you are tired, you have too much to do, avoidance BS, my so called rational mind giving in to fear of what lurks in the darkness within...there is a counter narrative, voice weak and timid, it says everything may be normal, it says if it isn't, knowledge is power, knowledge makes action possible, action corrects...this narrative is no match for fear-mind today, tomorrow I tell myself, Monday for sure...in my news feed this morning the first ever image of a blackhole, it is not impressive until you read how massive it is, a cosmic calamity of mythic proportions, the calamity of humanity put in perspective...an exotically beautiful African American woman walks in, frizzy hair piled up on top of her head, dark gray smock dress, blue leggings, young, tall, thin...she wonders what's good, M tells her what his preference would be, she is uncertain, then decides to trust him, if she likes it, a connection has been made, he has taken a risk, the connection seems desired...