march 16th, 2018: i know how they used to treat african americans

so i want this week to be over. thats it. too much to ask? maybe. seemingly so, anyway. so when i get to our little workout session and the first thing up is a side conversation im just like...why is this happening. i dont know what plans were. why they changed. or why the hawk is upset. im not even sure i care.

i havent taken time for a real workout in a while. and it looks like thats gonna be the story for the week. but at least today i got something in

fumbling my way through the day and eventually its over.

but its kinda not.

at wendys and some kids are there. asking a million questions to some random guy. and their parents just left them? pretty sure they have never seen a black person before. the girl just kept going with the african american stuff. and the boy, tyler, is just sold on the fact that most people were born in 1999 or 1973. i just want to eat my not that great fish sandwich and go home.