The Wee Democracy

wednesday: an account

really, this story starts tuesday night, when, in the darkness of the night, my mom came into my room, and asked if i'd gone to bed yet. keep in mind, i'm asleep when she asks this, and the asking is what wakes me up.

"it's storming really bad outside, and the power went out...so i just wanted you to know" she says. i gather up my watch, and joshua bear as i do not want either of these things lost in the fracas of a tornado.

i'm convinced that this was caused purely be my shooting off my mouth at dinner about all the warnings that came on tv, during the news. "man, there are way too many warnings and watches...nothing ever happens, ain't gonna be a tornado in dallas any time soon." and there wasn't a tornado...not around me anyway.

so this was the impetus for me to go out and see "the day after tomorrow" yesterday. when something scares me - like that volcano dream a couple of weeks ago - i generally try to get myself more scared. like when your tooth is loose, and it hurts, but you keep tongueing it and making it hurt even more.

first some brow-beating. have you paid your bills? yes. more than the minimum? no. well then???

i get on the horn with wells fargo, to put some cash on the old credit card. its a voice activated thing, this 800 number, and i try to tell them i want to make a payment.

"what would you like to do?"

"make a payment."

"i'm sorry, i couldn't hear you. what would you like to do?"

"make a payment." a little clearer.

"i'm sorry. please return to the main menu.....this is the main menu, what can i help you with? if you want to make a payment....

"make a payment!!"

"if you need account and balance information, please..."

"MAKE A FUCKING PAYMENT!!"

"ok! how much would you like to pay?"

shower, bus, train. in the rail station below cityplace, there are alot of steps. i see them, about nine tiers of them of about 15 steps apiece. exercise pops into my head, and i take the first set of steps, 3 tiers in a sprint. my heart pounds, but i feel great, still. i turn the corner, see the next level - the remaining six tiers...i start...up up up!

ACK! hit a wall! about the third tier up, my legs lock up and i can go no further. i drag my stumps up the remainder of the stairs, using mostly my arm strength and the handrails. i'm going to vomit.

cross the courtyard, across the plaza, across the street. i'm going to vomit.

i go into the movie theater and turn to buy my tickets...but oh, no. i've got to vomit. so i do, violently so, in the bathroom. good lord, i'm out of shape.

the movie isn't bad by any means. when the white girl gets caught up in some shit, right before the tidal wave is about to crush and drown her, a guy in the row behind me, quietly yells out "moo' yo' ass, bitch!" i nearly pee myself giggling.

on a side note, given the heat in this place, a new ice age wouldn't be such a bad thing. i mean, barring the whole freezing solid (not just "to death", but actually into a human shaped block of ice), i wouldn't mind trudging to work through the snow. any besides, seeing as how everyone would be wearing snow pants and parkas, we woudn't feel as much pressure to be good looking. and given america's obesity crisis, were we forced to resort to cannibalism, it would have a certain poetic justice to it all.

target is across the street, and thankfully, vince and abby are registered there. huzzah! success once again on the present front.

the rest of the day is uneventful, but i like the music in the scene in 'return of the king' where gollum finally gets the ring back. his precious.

i'm still out of shape.



feeling: akimbo
thinking of: the hound
song of the day: you don't know how it feels - tom petty
let me get to the point, and let's roll another joint