On Shaking it Off
Yesterday was fucking bizarre. In terms of the bizarre goings on in my life, yesterday ranked at about a 9.
First there was the giant suck back into depression nightmare land. Then Gabbie called, which helped enormously, I have to say, thank you dear sister.
Then I watched movies, played online card games and vegetated for most of the day. Thank you hash brownies.
Then, right when I was in the middle of a right grand stupor, I hear the door slam, right around 8PM, and I hear Landon shout "SUUUUUUZIIIIIIIEEEE". I opened the door to skip downstairs all messy, then I hear my boss Ralph's voice. Went "Oh crap" yelled "be right down" and brushed my hair and put on a bra. Came downstairs to Ralph drunk on our couch, Landon putting away a massive amount of pizza he'd ganked from work. Me in my semi-lucid high state worked with the whole calling in sick thing. Told them about my dream of cutting up Conan and they agreed it was very fucked up. Sympathized.
Then they told me the most hilarious story about Landon standing in a snow bank this morning, waiting for the bus. A semi stopped and asked him what street he was on. As Landon was giving directions, the bus pulled around the semi and drove on past. Once the semi was gone, Landon, cursing, walked into the middle of the lane and faced down the traffic, pissed that the bus had left him and vowing to stand in snowbank no longer, when along comes Ralph. Landon just glared at the car, thinking "Go around me mutherfucker" and Ralph managed to break without getting in an accident. Then Landon realized it was Ralph and got a ride to work. Ralph was laughing so hard, imitating Landon playing chicken with oncoming traffic, all pissed off. I was laughing so hard I was doubled over.
So after about half an hour of visiting, Ralph decided to take off and Landon and I got high, and talked about all manner of things. It was a good talk, helped to take a lot of it off me. I crawled into the bathtub after that, had some pizza, and managed to get to bed. No nightmares this time.
Got up this morning, and in preparation for the new year, I am cleaning, doing laundry and dishes, and setting household things to rights. It's helping. I'm taking little breaks to smoke and play games. I have all day to get this done, and as long as I keep at it, it should get done. I just need to hike out to some kind of store to get a sage stick to burn once its all done.
Still don't know what I am doing for new years, but currently, I am listening to a playlist I made last January, and it is helping. I am also drinking a crapload of water. I think dehydration is playing no small part in this episode.
I wish my little freak outs didn't scare me so badly and cost me so much.
First there was the giant suck back into depression nightmare land. Then Gabbie called, which helped enormously, I have to say, thank you dear sister.
Then I watched movies, played online card games and vegetated for most of the day. Thank you hash brownies.
Then, right when I was in the middle of a right grand stupor, I hear the door slam, right around 8PM, and I hear Landon shout "SUUUUUUZIIIIIIIEEEE". I opened the door to skip downstairs all messy, then I hear my boss Ralph's voice. Went "Oh crap" yelled "be right down" and brushed my hair and put on a bra. Came downstairs to Ralph drunk on our couch, Landon putting away a massive amount of pizza he'd ganked from work. Me in my semi-lucid high state worked with the whole calling in sick thing. Told them about my dream of cutting up Conan and they agreed it was very fucked up. Sympathized.
Then they told me the most hilarious story about Landon standing in a snow bank this morning, waiting for the bus. A semi stopped and asked him what street he was on. As Landon was giving directions, the bus pulled around the semi and drove on past. Once the semi was gone, Landon, cursing, walked into the middle of the lane and faced down the traffic, pissed that the bus had left him and vowing to stand in snowbank no longer, when along comes Ralph. Landon just glared at the car, thinking "Go around me mutherfucker" and Ralph managed to break without getting in an accident. Then Landon realized it was Ralph and got a ride to work. Ralph was laughing so hard, imitating Landon playing chicken with oncoming traffic, all pissed off. I was laughing so hard I was doubled over.
So after about half an hour of visiting, Ralph decided to take off and Landon and I got high, and talked about all manner of things. It was a good talk, helped to take a lot of it off me. I crawled into the bathtub after that, had some pizza, and managed to get to bed. No nightmares this time.
Got up this morning, and in preparation for the new year, I am cleaning, doing laundry and dishes, and setting household things to rights. It's helping. I'm taking little breaks to smoke and play games. I have all day to get this done, and as long as I keep at it, it should get done. I just need to hike out to some kind of store to get a sage stick to burn once its all done.
Still don't know what I am doing for new years, but currently, I am listening to a playlist I made last January, and it is helping. I am also drinking a crapload of water. I think dehydration is playing no small part in this episode.
I wish my little freak outs didn't scare me so badly and cost me so much.