Sunday; last day!
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Dear Jesus,
I can’t believe tomorrow is already Sunday. I can’t believe I have to go back to work so soon. I can’t believe I didn’t find the time to work on my website or finish the things I needed to finish. But I’m going to try my best to get everything done tomorrow—meaning re-releasing The Way and following up with Be Still.
Right now, I’m in bed. I have an order wa—
I pressed the restore button again. It’s now Sunday morning, about 7:30 a.m. The town is quiet. I know 90 percent of the people here hate the idea of going back to work tomorrow. I know I do.
I’m not excited to see the kids or the staff—especially not Schaopps, Esquisino, and some of the kids who make my job awful because their behaviors can be almost unbearable. But I know—like I know I know I know—I don’t need any kids of my own. I don’t mind adopting them when they’re about to leave the nest. I don’t mind having a few teenagers, but that thought scares me too because they act irrational and always seem like the main suspects on Law & Order.
Speaking of Law & Order, I called to make a complaint. The person who took the call sounded like a Paula Shore type in the form of a Black lesbian girl—well, I don’t know if she’s actually a lesbian, but she had that “I don’t really give a fuck” tone. And honestly, I enjoyed her attitude so much that by the end of the conversation, I wasn’t even mad.
The conversation went like this:
“Hello, I’m calling because I’ve had three issues that upset me. First, last night I ordered 1g and they gave me 4g instead, but I didn’t realize until I was already across town. Second, I was supposed to get a free gram but was still charged for it. And third, I was overcharged $30 one time and only got refunded because I caught it.”
When I finished, she said, “Okay… so what do you want me to do about it? Am I supposed to do something? I don’t know.”
I hung up on her—and then I smiled, because it was actually kind of funny. I don’t even know why I called. I guess I just needed to let off steam.
But I feel good now. I just got out of a steamy bathtub after blowing half a blunt, and now I’m about to get back in bed. So far, it’s a fantastic morning. In a few hours, my dad and nephew will be here. I need to figure out what needs to go to my parents’ house and what needs to stay here. Before they come, I need to wash my clothes and pick up my stuff from Walmart. It’s going to be a busy morning. Must go now…
Jesus, please let me have a good day. I’m tired. Please let me get my rest and complete all my goals. Help me with my job. Help me bear it. Help me enjoy it.
Amen.