I ripped apart my room
I started looking for my mushroom wall calendars when I was unpacking tonight. They weren't in the box I thought they were in. So, I got more and more frantic digging through my room to find them. I tore up my room. I finally found them in a box I hadn't opened yet. Then I tried to hang it up using my cork board. That didn't work at all, because of the weight. I need to get my Ikea toolbox in from my car and start making holes in these walls.
I found out that my High Priest, David, died in March. It wasn't a shock, he had serious health problems. I am just a little sad. He was an important person to me for years in my twenties. I feel sad for his widow, Terri. They weren't even married for a decade. I was in their handfasting.
It took me an hour and a half to get home after work today. I didn't have time to go to the gratitude dinner. I wouldn't have gotten there in time. I almost went to a late meeting in Lynnwood, but decided against it. Maybe next week. I was crying on the way home from work because I am so sick of going to AA all the time. I just want to stay home, away from people, where I'm safe.
The concert is this Saturday. I don't know why, but I feel nervous about it.