sixth post

i'm in a bad way on this day. my utterly demoralizing job has, at long last, sank its claws into the very final iota of my mental well being. that one previously unmarred dendrite has been sucked dry of its seratonin, and i have 9 year olds and lousy administrators and politicians to thank. motherfuckers. today was (probably not) the ultimate in a series of miserable days, and it brought me to the brink. i will spare you, my masses of devoted readers, the gory details. albeit to say, its a damn good thing i'm about to leave the country. run screaming is a far more appropriate term. thank goodness for the Big Trip, and the fact that there are only 26 days left of the school year, for without these two pardons i dont know what i would do.

so what i did this afternoon, instead of copious amounts of drugs, was go for a long run. at 6 pm it was lovely out and the air felt like freshly laundered silk (ok, im sure if you know about these things, dear readers, you will tell me that you dont launder silk, you launder money and dry clean silk, but im new to metaphors. can you tell??) (hee, even i cant re-read the thing about the silk without laughing out loud. so crass.). ok whatever, it was a nice day out, and running was good. except for the fact that, the second my mind suggested a run to my body, my body came back with a shrill and whiny "but my ankle! its sore!" but, having been battered and abused all day, my tattered mind was stubborn, and before i knew it i was out the door, dodging strollers on 1st avenue and listening to "gasolina" on repeat (also not good for the Mental Health, btw). my ankle tried to protest as i sprinted down ave. a. cut through stuy town (those dicks) and stumbled towards the east river. but i kept going because a) i am mentally unwell and b) the sun felt nice and c) i need some damn exercise. as i ran down the river promanade (your pardner!) i lost all feeling in my foot. then i found a park, which seemed disproportionately lush amidst the concrete promanade (your pardner!). the park had a working water fountain and a rubbery track, which felt good under my ankles for a good .08 seconds. then small pains like icicles began shooting up my leg to my knee, and i hobbled towards the fdr and across the 6th street overpass and home, past a Delicioso Coco Helado guy without even stopping. all in all, it was a long but pathetic run. but it, in part, saved the day.

the other part was that ant sacrficed watching a basketball game (those are never on!) to eat falafel and rum and cokes and watch the motorcycle diaries with me. great movie. it was relevant, enjoyable, and sexy. here's to che! here's to that actor that plays che! here's to rum and cokes!

and, of course, here's to anthony.