Poor Monday, always so timid after years of being abused by the work weary masses. I overslept yet again. I actually took a nighttime cold pill last night in order to get to sleep since that is where I seem to run into trouble. Once asleep I’m good, but getting there is a challenge. So whilst I am well rested, I am also annoyed at being 20 minutes late because I’m not a big fan of my ability to turn off all four alarms I have set on my cell phone when dead asleep. But, c’est la vie. I’ll get adjusted, I’m sure.
The weekend!Well, I never did sit down with my finances but, instead, avoided the issue. But I have it written down on three separate to-do lists for today so it should get done. I have $88 in the bank until Friday and am going to stretch that shit out. Well, I have to, don’t I?
So what did I do? Well, I did a whole bunch of chores like dishes, laundry, picking up the living room, etc. I cooked a ton of bacon (the savory flavor was used as a substitute for all things sweet during my first weekend on the detox), cleaned the guinea pig cage, and sundry other things. I also had a chick in another building threaten (and possibly follow through) to call the cops on me and three friends. It was Friday night around 1:45 and we were outside chatting. Her window, on the third floor, was open and I suppose we were a bit loud with our laughter. Now, had this woman said “excuse me, can you keep it down?” things would have been fine. But she came at us like a straight up cunt so I yelled back at her. She threatened to call 911, I told her to go ahead. She kept yelling and eventually said she was going to call the cops (again) so I said “go ahead, it’s three numbers!” Then we thought we heard her actually doing it so we scrambled into our own building and respective apartments. I’m not sure what cunt thought would happen. I mean, it’s a nuisance call more than anything because she couldn’t have seen us that well and she didn’t know our names or addresses so what was she going to do? I felt a bit bad because I don’t like to cause problems but come at me like an asshole and I’m going to give it right back.
Saturday had drama of another kind with my freaking out because J was not responding to my texts. The previous night we had agreed to go to the movies together and so I was surprised when I didn’t get any replies to various messages I sent from 11:30 a.m. through 3:30 p.m. Eventually, I drove to his apartment complex and managed to get into his building (people are so trusting) and found that he was home and his ringer was off, a fact of which he was unaware. My next stop was going to be local hospitals because he never avoids me completely, even if he is upset, but will let me know, at very least, that he is OK. The day’s plans were shot but we went to a used bookstore together and agreed that he would text me the next morning when he was up and moving. We did end up going to the movies on Sunday (Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows, heartbreakingly disappointing) and had a coffee together so no harm no foul.
Other than that, I didn’t do much, just chores and voracious reading so that I could send one of my current books to Hunter. The book in question is Wicked, and dude, have you read this? I knew it wasn’t going to be Harry Potter or something for kids but I was not expecting the level of pornography, religious debate, and political discussion. I liked it and found it very interesting, but it was not at all what I was expecting. Also made me wonder about the mind of the author. I included a note of warning to my friend to prepare him for this book (I previously mentioned the weirdness) but I hope he reads it because it was one of the more interesting books I’ve read in quite some time.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting with the Time Dragon.
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