Epiphany. Spotted in East New York...Again.

Today I used my food stamps to buy a sandwich and naked juice at the corner deli. On the train home, I was drinking my green machine. You know naked juice is that weird looking stuff with all the healthy fruits and veggies etm. whatever else they put in it... It looks nasty, but it tastes good. Since I've been able to get over the puke green color of it, I enjoy a naked juice whenever I can. Anyways. So I'm drinking my juice, and I notice some of the ingredients. Wheat Grass, Grass Root, Buck wheat, Bean Sprouts. Chlorella. I choke. What? Damn my fake dyslexia. I misread whatever the hell that is as Cholera. Meanwhile I'm choking on that sip, causing unwanted attention, thinking cholera can not be good for you. 


All of this was on my way back from East New York, where I'd spent a fair amount of quality time with Big Hair and CO. Well really it was just me and Ambrosia, and Jamel. But it was good. Before everyone from that Presentation showed up. The duet I'm supposed to be doing on Thursday was an absolute train wreck last night. And no fault lie on the dancers. The audience loved it - but of course, they don't know any better- so all is right in the director's world. But not in mine. The accompaniment is like a surprise every night. "What version will they play today? And who will give me a note about dancing to the music?" It's not my effing fault they don't know what they're doing. Play the damn CD. 


BTW. Today's word is Denigrate: verb. Criticize Unfairly, disparage. The ghastly musical rendition of "When We Were Kings" led me to this word. In my opinion, the live music totally undermines the feel of the entire piece. And diminishes the intricacies of the musicality of the dance. But obviously, my opinions don't matter. Which is fine. So long as I get my damned check before I leave on Friday. K? Thanks. 


On a lighter note. I'm still not feeling any depression or lingering anxiety over being an adult. I don't have to wake up for class at 7 AM. Nor do I have to sit in a lecture hall and try to listen to something that sounded way more interesting before I started learning about it. I can stay in bed until noon if I feel so inclined. And I can dress nicely without feeling like I have to be going somewhere special. Like on a date. Or... well, that was really my only occasion for putting any sort of effort into my ensemble before. I kind of like it. Check back with me in a month; we'll see if the feeling lasts...


The rest is still UNwritten.