life got back on track, with a quickness.

i'm just sitting in the library, waiting for 3pm so i can grab the free margarita from a lady friend's buy one get one at a local mexican cuisine establishment thinking about how tired i am and how suddenly, i want to write.

last thursday everything fell apart. not quite achebe style, there were no bodies in trees, no strange fruit hanging, but in my own world, close enough. i couldn't find funding for the two courses in which i was enrolled to finish my minor, so i dropped them. that messed up any potential funding for the national conference i'd been accepted into and meant that i needed to find a second job with a quickness. i was looking at having no money and no plans for the next year.

then, the deus ex machina that is the dean of my college found a scholarship to pay the scant tuition for six hours as well as the bill for my conference. i also got a call from one of my absolute favorite ladies posing a local option for grad school in the fall, which i had been contemplating independently and we shortly agreed upon, even excitedly so.

i ended that horrible week with a great pre-presentation of my research tuesday night to my local intellectuals and a spontaneous beach trip with a constant favorite wednesday night, which also included breaking bread with my brother, always enjoyable.

i spent about a day thinking of all the things that had changed in a week, in six months, in three years, and i'm pleasantly comfortable with the decisions i've made in the past three days and even excited to see how things develop and unfold.