Nothing.
Really.
I mean, like, literally: nothing.
Sat around on the couch -- slept on the fucking couch -- at Dr. One Friend's place all by myself. Ate. Peed. Worked out. Occasionally took Two Dog out for same. Got drunk with an old friend. Then at the end of the week came home to Much Psychotic Drama I am not ready to talk about here yet. Had the best email conversation EVER in the middle of it all, which culminated in a New Project For Me. Called Marie, who took me out for sushi. Told her all about the Drama and the Project. Came home and got drunk all by myself. Woke up and decided to quit drinking. Again. For good. Or at least until the next Psychotic Drama comes along.
Really.
I mean, like, literally: nothing.
Sat around on the couch -- slept on the fucking couch -- at Dr. One Friend's place all by myself. Ate. Peed. Worked out. Occasionally took Two Dog out for same. Got drunk with an old friend. Then at the end of the week came home to Much Psychotic Drama I am not ready to talk about here yet. Had the best email conversation EVER in the middle of it all, which culminated in a New Project For Me. Called Marie, who took me out for sushi. Told her all about the Drama and the Project. Came home and got drunk all by myself. Woke up and decided to quit drinking. Again. For good. Or at least until the next Psychotic Drama comes along.
I think that just about sums it up.
The End.
5 comments:
You better not have peed on the couch!
Sounds like fun. I saw the movie, "Diary of a Wimpy Kid".
Yay for the new project! Oh Dear for the psychotic drama
(word verification: perse - that's what nana does when she knows she has good advice to give but also that she shouldn't do it)
waiting to hear when you're ready to tell.
project and drama in any which way order or disorder or disarray.
Sometimes what we need is a nothing vacation.
Hope the dramas sort themselves out soon. Must be bad - giving up drinking sounds pretty dramatic.
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