Saturday & Sunday

If you want something badly enough, you're bound to get it.

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Weekends are sacred now. Meditative. Transcendental. This one felt extra long, probably because it involved a severe sinus headache, photographs, a lot of music and warm weather. Just knowing it was Saturday was intoxicating. How quickly I detach myself from being Ms. B who is acutely aware of every spoken word and movement. I see my body has discovered that in order to survive, to not end up in a hospital again, I have to immerse myself in another consciousness - one that's exclusively interested in walls filled with photographs, sitting in the window watching Franklin Avenue for hours, libraries, ridiculously attractive men and the laughter of my friends.