The Monday After

I left early because I did not want to be the one to be said goodbye to. In my head it's less grievous to be the one to walk away while the rest stayed behind; that goodbye could be as quick and painless as you want it to be if you're the one who took off sooner. 3 days after, I realize, who are we kidding here?

And so it is the Monday after...

I came to an almost empty room early this morning. Paula's car is coded today so she was supposed to be there sooner than me. But she wasn't. I take my coffee a bit later than everyone else so by the time it hit 9, I was just supposed to get from a pot MJ had made. But there was nothing brewing there. I had to check my email but the internet was down. I would usually nag Jeru about resetting the router and those thingies I need to go online. But today my go-to guy was a no-show. And Poy, although the bulk of our interaction revolves around ordering rice for lunch, was also missed by me today. Goodness it sucks to be left behind. And the emptiness (literally) is not bound to be filled ever. February is now upon us and my friends are no longer around.

And the direction by which my project is going is not helping either. Gaaaaaaaaddd!!!! Jokes are never half as funny when you see their reality looming in the horizon. The joke right now is that I might end up in the streets sooner... and it's on me. I could go on and on whining and crying about this predicament I am in but the body too, must rest. I hope my 6 bipolar episodes today end there. So yeah, I better hit the sack now.


Meanwhile, I'm really looking forward spending more time in a dialogue with God over how things add up this time around. Oh I am so ready to ask him how my immediate life is going to pan out!

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Lastly, I just signed up for my first full marathon training today-- THE Monday after. Exciting!