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Three weeks ago, I was in a trailer in Indiana with three cats and a mother. Now I'm 500 miles away, surrounded by strangers with the exception of one person. That person's name is Kylara, and she is my best friend.
I'm rather ambivalent about moving on a whim, and even moreso regarding the fact that I'll soon have no fucking clue where I'll be sleeping from one night to the next, and I'm perfectly fine with that. Maybe I shouldn't be.
Today felt like a bizzare fugue, and since I seem to be incapable of sleeping despite being fatigued to the point of delerium, I'll transcribe the bits I can recall:
I woke up feeling like I was pack-raped and mauled by a gang of surly bikers in my slumber. And the day got worse from there. I trodged around for a bit and then laid back down in Kylara's hammock. While I didn't really go back to sleep, I did manage to writhe in paroxysms of pain for several hours without getting the kind of looks from people usually reserved for watching a blind, 3-legged dog fall down stairs.
Kylara eventually came in and told me that people were here! Jimmy, whose birthday it was, and some other lass. Rachel, I think her name was. I don't recall the next couple hours, but eventually several more people showed up, and we left to get foodstuffs and to have a picnic! the picnic was yummy, and rather filling despite the atrocious lack of substantial foods like fat, sugar, and meat.
Back to the Base of Operations---commonly known as Kylara's house--we went, and from there, even more people joined the ridiculous parade of flamboyant homosexuality and liberalism that is very, very endearing. I had told myself that I really did not have the energy to go out again, as the plans were to go out to eat at some nice restaurant for Jimmy's birthday. Some cute boy, Jason, gave me the cutest look and said "But...but you should come, Tomko" and I just couldn't say no. so I gave in. I don't actually remember the trip to the restaurant, or what I ordered, or most of what happened save for the fact that whatever I did order was eventually violently expectorated. I hope I didn't make an ass of myself. Then, everybody left again.
Everyone, except, of course, me. By that time, I was almost delerious and about to collapse. I played on the computer a bit, and then went downstairs to sleep in the hammock, where I've been tossing and turning for the last 5 hours. I don't fucking know why I'm not asleep, and I'm not entirely sure if my recap of today is linearly-structured or even coherent, but I thought I'd write it down before I pass out and forget the day entirely, and not just the pre-existing gaping holes in my memory that already reside.
I'm rather ambivalent about moving on a whim, and even moreso regarding the fact that I'll soon have no fucking clue where I'll be sleeping from one night to the next, and I'm perfectly fine with that. Maybe I shouldn't be.
Today felt like a bizzare fugue, and since I seem to be incapable of sleeping despite being fatigued to the point of delerium, I'll transcribe the bits I can recall:
I woke up feeling like I was pack-raped and mauled by a gang of surly bikers in my slumber. And the day got worse from there. I trodged around for a bit and then laid back down in Kylara's hammock. While I didn't really go back to sleep, I did manage to writhe in paroxysms of pain for several hours without getting the kind of looks from people usually reserved for watching a blind, 3-legged dog fall down stairs.
Kylara eventually came in and told me that people were here! Jimmy, whose birthday it was, and some other lass. Rachel, I think her name was. I don't recall the next couple hours, but eventually several more people showed up, and we left to get foodstuffs and to have a picnic! the picnic was yummy, and rather filling despite the atrocious lack of substantial foods like fat, sugar, and meat.
Back to the Base of Operations---commonly known as Kylara's house--we went, and from there, even more people joined the ridiculous parade of flamboyant homosexuality and liberalism that is very, very endearing. I had told myself that I really did not have the energy to go out again, as the plans were to go out to eat at some nice restaurant for Jimmy's birthday. Some cute boy, Jason, gave me the cutest look and said "But...but you should come, Tomko" and I just couldn't say no. so I gave in. I don't actually remember the trip to the restaurant, or what I ordered, or most of what happened save for the fact that whatever I did order was eventually violently expectorated. I hope I didn't make an ass of myself. Then, everybody left again.
Everyone, except, of course, me. By that time, I was almost delerious and about to collapse. I played on the computer a bit, and then went downstairs to sleep in the hammock, where I've been tossing and turning for the last 5 hours. I don't fucking know why I'm not asleep, and I'm not entirely sure if my recap of today is linearly-structured or even coherent, but I thought I'd write it down before I pass out and forget the day entirely, and not just the pre-existing gaping holes in my memory that already reside.