no one came to the youth center until 6:30, so i ended up with four and a half hours to kill... i painted (in a very bright yellow) two walls in what will become the Young Women's Resource Center (if i can ever find a professional who's willing to be there in case something out of my scope of experience comes up), read half of the beet queen by louise erdrich, one of my favorite authors, and swatted a bunch of flies. i don't like killing things, but the youth center is next door to a farm on either side, and sometimes it feels like that scene from the amityville horror in there. then kathleen came in with all her summer homework and i spent the next three hours doing biology and ecology with her. i'm actually surprised at how much i remember. then to the diner and my beloved mozzerella sticks (a guilty pleasure; they taste so good, however bad they are for me).

the diner is starting to wear on me though. how many times can i really sit in the same neon room with the same people and talk about the same things? it sounds smug and arrogant maybe, but i have more to offer than that...or maybe i just want more. there is more, right?

bed bed bed -beatpoetgrrl

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