There's a Sketch There
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thepnutgalleryI woke up crazy early again, thought about whether I had time to take another pill or half, and thought more about GHB. Sure, it ripped my life apart, got me arrested, into car accidents, kicked out of a few apartments, knocked out a bunch of teeth, and nearly killed me, but I could count on it knocking me out for about 3 hrs when I needed to sleep. Instead of getting up, I laid watching Lady Miss Friday sleep next to me, and managed to doze a bit more before work.
I remembered to pay rent in the morning, though I couldn't figure out how to get up there at first. I honestly adore the Escher-esque stairs here. They're not quite at the level of Horton Plaza (RIP), but Silver Linings and all that. One of Terry's dogs barked at me as I walked home, and I felt bad about our fight, if only for the dogs. Not bad enough to make nice with him, for several reasons. It wasn't good for either of us, I think.
It was another insanely busy day, and I was very very happy to have stayed on top of things. I thought more about booze, and my hope that giving it up will slim me down, and then thought more about the possible outcomes of my nerve drama. In the afternoon, I saw a comment on a Friend's post, from a Marc Coderre. It was the same one, and we apparently have a bunch of mutuals. I don't really know how I feel about that, if anything at all. Nick messaged me in the afternoon, and after some light status update exchanges, asked how I felt about company and the social scene. I'd felt there was something waiting behind the check-in, and as I started typing out my novel on my sexual journey over the past year, he clarified that he's considering a trip down South (not the stellar track by Hippo Campus), and just wanted to make sure things were happening before he did. That was a much shorter answer, thank goodness.
My mom called later in the evening, just as I was turning off The Magicians to lay with LMF. It reminded me of a few episodes of Roseanne, and that one sketch where a phone cord entwines a whole house. Tim called after, noting that my voice was somewhat nasal. I missed the opportunity to claim I was trying to be Alanis Morrissette, and just said I'd already taken my meds and was laying down. He took the hint and let me get to sleep.
I remembered to pay rent in the morning, though I couldn't figure out how to get up there at first. I honestly adore the Escher-esque stairs here. They're not quite at the level of Horton Plaza (RIP), but Silver Linings and all that. One of Terry's dogs barked at me as I walked home, and I felt bad about our fight, if only for the dogs. Not bad enough to make nice with him, for several reasons. It wasn't good for either of us, I think.
It was another insanely busy day, and I was very very happy to have stayed on top of things. I thought more about booze, and my hope that giving it up will slim me down, and then thought more about the possible outcomes of my nerve drama. In the afternoon, I saw a comment on a Friend's post, from a Marc Coderre. It was the same one, and we apparently have a bunch of mutuals. I don't really know how I feel about that, if anything at all. Nick messaged me in the afternoon, and after some light status update exchanges, asked how I felt about company and the social scene. I'd felt there was something waiting behind the check-in, and as I started typing out my novel on my sexual journey over the past year, he clarified that he's considering a trip down South (not the stellar track by Hippo Campus), and just wanted to make sure things were happening before he did. That was a much shorter answer, thank goodness.
My mom called later in the evening, just as I was turning off The Magicians to lay with LMF. It reminded me of a few episodes of Roseanne, and that one sketch where a phone cord entwines a whole house. Tim called after, noting that my voice was somewhat nasal. I missed the opportunity to claim I was trying to be Alanis Morrissette, and just said I'd already taken my meds and was laying down. He took the hint and let me get to sleep.
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