By: Gabriela Yareliz
I have been here, guys. I am alive. It has been several surreal days. Standing in line on tape outside of grocery stores. Eating all my snacks in one week. Started watching The Office. Went outside after two weeks inside and got a migraine. (Am I allergic to fresh air, now?) I swear the only things keeping me sane are Jesus, my beloved and his letters and exercise. (Namaste). Still levitating, my friends. My arms are stronger than ever.
It’s almost Friday. My hair needs a good washing. Dry shampoo won’t cut it. Because I have some Zoom meetings tomorrow, I decided to be wild and wash my hair tonight, even though it’s so late. People have done wilder things. Sometimes, I have to remind myself that I will be ok. Like I will bend over and grab something and hit myself on something and think, oh man was that an ovary? Meanwhile, there are literally women breaking chairs on each other in the WWE. These are the things that comfort me.
I will dry my hair while watching bits and pieces of Aisha. Gaaah I love that movie. I am like, ahh it’s 10, so late. Meanwhile, there are people out there who used to be getting the party started at 10. I need to be more like those people. (My annoying upstairs neighbors are those people). I think they are either angry at each other or drunk— or both. They are at it again. Sigh.
Gonna live on the wild side and bust out that hair dryer. How are you keeping it wild tonight? Will you be singing in Hindi into a blow dryer? Let’s do it.