The Run of the Clock.

I wonder if I can make a post in five minutes.

Here's the skinny:

1. My aunt is a Hillary supporter. We got into it for at least an hour today-- it was very heated. "People don't like her because she is a woman. Barack is full of trash. He is not vested in the Black community." And of course the veiled suggestions that I was supporting him because I'm Black.

I love it, love it, love it. I also found out she managed to get my grandmother to vote for Hillary.

2. I'm leaving in two days. I feel as if the atmosphere is getting progressively sadder. I'm ready to get the fuck up out of here.[Home is great, but I feel as if the longer I stay, the longer the wound stays open. I just need to GO and get it over with.] I don't know how I feel. I should be looking forward to this trip but I'm realizing more and more how much I love home. Not Massachusetts, not Tufts, not China, not whatever-- Jersey City, NJ. Hmm.

3. The past few days, I've been called unemotional/callous/what have you way too many times. In fact, I feel as if I feel more than anyone I know-- it's my feelings[along with Catholic school] that give me such a strong need for discipline.

Just to be sure, though, I'm trying to do emo stuff today and watching Tyler Perry movies, seeing if I can cry. Hell might freeze over?

Hmmm. I don't know if I'm over five minutes.

Later.