Lazy...
I woke up in time for lunch today, spooned a little rice and fish into my mouth, drank a glass of water and went back to bed. I was roused by my phone's incessant ringing. Augy has been texting me all morning. I checked the time and realized that I have been sleeping for more than eight hours already. I walked lazily to the bathroom and took a quick shower. By the time I finished dressing up, my stomach was making grumbling noises. I didn't eat breakfast at all. Just the small servings I had for lunch. Not even a mug of Milo. I asked Kit if he wanted to eat pizza. I ordered a Family Super Supreme Sausage-stuffed crust Pan Pizza from Pizza Hut in Dasma. Since I purchased a Palm Card, I get a Hawaiian Pan Pizza for free. After two slices of pizza, I felt like puking my guts out. All this dieting has made eating normally a pain. I am stuffed. I'll skip dinner later and will just spend the night watching television. I tried to watch The Good Shepherd the other night but didn't finish it because I was so sleepy. I might watch it until the end later.
Here's a favorite poem by Maya Angelou:
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
