Shada woke me up by being extra bitey. It’s usually her delicate way of saying “get up and feed me you lazy sumbitch,” and, as usual, she already had food in her dish. Bah. Did discover that she’s been tossing her cookies around the apartment. Current suspect is the grilled chicken I gave her from [...]
These are disjointed, but are as I wrote them. One “pink pussy.” More tart than I expected. One amaretto and sprite. It’s like heartburn waiting for its chance to strike. Alcohol, in addition to lowering inhibitions, shuts off some defense mechanisms. Good, I don’t seize up–lubricates the synapses–but leaves me vulnerable to global “everything/always” thinking. [...]
Been seeing my therapist twice a week for the last month or so. She gave me homework Friday. Have yet to do it. Went to Murfreesboro Friday night for an Atox’s-birthday pub-crawl. Didn’t actually see too many pubs, but that’s alright; the people and the booze were good. College bars are funny, though. Bunch of [...]
Woke up too early, couldn’t get back to sleep. Am too busy clinging to fantasy; to what-was or what-was-gonna, and not enough on what’s-going-on-now. Ok. So what is going on now? What do I want to be going on now? Not fantasy, but possibility. I don’t know. Presented with options, nothing’s perfect. Could choose wrongly. [...]