Nearly two hours ago:
Man, I’m so pumped for The Middle Finger Project copywriting course. Couldn’t make it on Saturday so I’m ready for this Tuesday class. Bring it on. Superb idea! Arrive early … wait… class is wrapping up? Did I miss something? A timezone or two? Maybe?
Italics indicate me singing/recording Secondhand White Baby Grande. Parenthesis are silent thoughts/actions and bold text is what I said. If you’d rather just listen to what happened, click here for the failed recording.
So now I wake up every day and see her standing there just waiting for a partner to compose…
(cue my mother walking in at 9:35.)
and I wish my mother still could hear that sound beyond compare… to pray ..
(dammit I messed up the words!)
I’m singing. I’m almost done.
(Mom says that my stepdad is already in bed… 25 minutes too early. I will sing quieter.)
Something secondhand and broken can still make a pretty sound, don’t we all deserve …
(mom says to stop again… I heard you the first time but I’m not done yet! The song is almost over, woman!)
It’s almost done!
…room to live. Oh, the words are still unspoken.
(this recording is crap now… thanks)
I’d like a better day tomorrow, thanks. And a contract that tells me exactly what time everything is happening so I don’t A) feel like an idiot, and B) not get illogically mad at people for going to bed too early (sorry for the anger, family!).
If only I could afford my own place now…
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