Looking For Cream in New York

I left my french vanilla creamer out this morning. So I needed more. It was 11 o'clock and all I wanted to do was get home, but I knew that I couldn't drink coffee without the flavorful aid.

So I walked into every bloody deli in the West Village looking for some. I knew somewhere inside that neither would have it, but I didn't want to accept that. I also didn't want to accept the fact that there was a grocery store just down the street from the bar I was at. Stubbornly, I continued my search, only to have it end at the aforementioned store. So, after my Village jaunt, I headed to the train on Houston (pronounced "Howston") and Broadway.

Standing at the corner, I saw a police car approach slowly with its sirens on. Before the car reached the intersection, the cops turned the sirens off. And the light changed green for those of us waiting to cross. Believing that the police would adhere to the traffic laws, I stepped onto the street. They weren't adhering. So I stopped and waited for them to pass. I also watched as they proceeded to cut off others waiting with me, as well as traffic that had reached the intersection. This isn't when I tweaked my ankle.

As I started walking, I kept my eyes on the power trippers. I hate their gall. Reaching the other side of the street, I was still thinking about them. And then my ankle turned just a bit, which altered my stride. But I wasn't embarrassed. Instead, I considered the potential for more serious injury and was relieved that I avoided such a disaster.

I was not in the mood for a hospital. I just don't understand why delis don't stock creamer.

I woke up this morning thinking of story possibilities for the anthology on the mixed-race experience. Although some of what I've written will remain in the final version -- the flashbacks, specifically -- everything else will have to change. I recently wrote a story just for fun, but it gave me an idea, so hopefully I'll be able to pull it off in time. I worked some more on my paper tonight. It's coming together. The next few days are pretty full, unfortunately, so I'm a little stressed about that.

I still want to make my deadline, which I've already extended to Sunday. We all need the weekend. I have my "try-out" on Thursday for the job I interviewed for last week. I basically get to work there so they can see how I do with the material, as well as how I interact with the staff.

I've never heard of such a thing and I'm actually pretty excited. I've been reading the site every day in preparation. I hope I do all right. I felt confident during the interview, so I hope that can carry over. It would be really nice to have a job to start after graduation, which is in 23 days.

I'm starting to hear about friends of mine who will be leaving after school is out. Brenda is headed back to Venezuela in June. That sucks, but she told me to just think about the fact that I have a place to call home in the Caribbean. I'll take that.