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We were supposed to have a department meeting today. It did not happen. The plan was while we were talking about ourselves and how we are doing, I was going to let it slip that Jeanna and I are no longer an item. When asked for how long, I had planned on stating that the first person I confided in was Lee and leave it at that. None of this happened.
I started writing again. Mostly thoughts that I hope will transform into a lyrical essay some time in the future. Something I hope to read when Amado decides to make me feature writer (we discussed this, I asked for October). My plan is to read “Storm” by Tim Minchin first and move into my stuff. Or start with something of mine first that can segue into the 9-minute beat poem. I know it will offend people, but at this point of time, they need to be offended.
Chapin City Blues 