I’m a mixed bag at the moment.

Yesterday was one of those days where I wanted to cry, laugh, and curl up into a ball. I’m still feeling the impact.

The Coral Gables Cultural Council held a meeting, so I went to see and hear. Strolled and window-shopped, came home, changed clothes, and went off to the library.

After I left, I went to Books and Books, where the Coral Gables Democratic Club was meeting. Talked to a couple of people with Occupy Miami, listened to several speakers—among them Alex Sink, ran into Grisel S. from my days at LACC. She gave me her card. 

And somewhere along the way, the frustration over being jobless, combined with grief and PTSD flashbacks, steamrolled me. It was a wonder I didn’t hurl myself onto the parquet and start wailing. I ran into Jonathan Rose and Liz, and they helped me chill. Also got an offer to volunteer for a mayoral candidate race, met several more interesting people…

I wanted to stay in bed this morning. But I had to remind myself what was going down tonight (I read at Books & Books, at the Famous Last Friday poetry night) and got up, fed Ten-Ten, and got out to check my email.

I’m nervous and jumpy and I still feel like laughing and crying all at once. Forgive me for unburdening. I just need to know I’m heard.