"The story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor."

"The story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor."

"The story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor."

-Jack Kerouac

Friday, March 6, 2009

I was sad yesterday.

I haven't been sad in a really long time.

First of all, the people in socal that have owed me 600 bucks for a long time now, who have had the means to pay me back because they received the deposit check over a week and a half ago, and at least one of them has a good job, finally paid me back yesterday BUT it was about $200 short.
This made me so angry. I just want it to be over, I don't want to fight for my money but at the same time $200 is way too much money to cut my losses. So I will fight. I'm just tired of it. That anger turned into sadness, especially the thought that someone would want to dick me over like that. Someone I thought was at least a friend, at least at some point.
Then my Mom called. I told her how I had to give up my amazing snake Phil, my only pet who has been with me through all the ups and downs in the past few years, and that made me sad.
I also have to give up my favorite possessions, my archaeological reference books. I have nowhere to put them, as nothing is permanent in my life. I know that sounds silly, but those books so much underline my biggest passion in life. I get excited about reading and rereading them, in hopes that I won't forget all this knowledge and can someday use it on a dig or in a future job. This also made me sad.
My Mom then told me that a friend of the family from when I was little, my Dad's best friend Felipe, was dragged from his car, shot and killed the day prior. I'm not sure of all the details of what he was involved in, but the fact that he was a businessman in Mexico with all the civil unrest could be a factor. That reminded me of how messed up people can be. That made me sad and made all the other little things that I was sad about seem stupid, which also made me sad.
I just sat in my room alone, cuddling elmo, wanted a hug from Rikard who's a million miles away or someone else.
I know this all sounds depressing, and I'm not adepressing person; I just needed to get it out. I'm better now. I had a fitful night's sleep but sleep in the least.
And woke up with two infected eyes, haha.
But yes, I'm better now. Sorry for the depressing post. I'll end it with something happy;

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