we shall overcome

so
i wore my "forbidden"perfume, styled my hair and glossed my feet
and ended up reaching an event 24 hours early
now because i could tell how irresistable i look, i marched into the nearest photo studio and demanded i be shot with polaroid; they said they dont have a one-off facility.
i thought a boatride at the gate way will help allay the soul.so i walked there and scourged for a ticket, imagining that i will take this short and sweet voyage - sing my redemption song, throw all the angst and ennui into the water and return refreshed and rejuvenated - my reverie broke when i was curtly informed that the boat services were canceled for the day
i hopped on to a red decker and headed home
bought two lovely t shirts and a sexy satchel along the way
the first thing i did when i got home is to open the freezer, grab a small dabba of caramel icecream and sprinkle 4 mother sized cookies into it.
it took me 6 minutes to lap it all up.
Made 36 calls to various people of which 2 got answered by people who laughed at my plight
then i walked an entire promenade
wasted 63 bucks on a completely frivolous taxi ride.
randomly met a reasonably boring acquaintance who didnt stop complaining about his life.
got home
am watching anthony bourdain and writing this

what?
no!
the angst and ennui are still alive.
but we shall overcome, some day...