I had a good weekend.
I went to Duncan so that I could get some away-time from this zoo I live in. Not that I can honestly hate either of the people I live with, but it gets fucking claustrophobic in here. (And don’t even get me started on how things smell around here!) I used to get Saturdays to myself to recharge, but I don’t get that anymore – and there is simply no place to cut myself off from all humanity for even ten minutes. (No, not even the bathroom. Apparently even shitting is no longer sacred for longer than five minutes.)
Anyway, I took some time to empty my head onto paper, which is something I’ve been wanting to do, or rather, needing to do for some time. A total of about 15 pages worth of crap. Stay tuned says my subconscious, because I think there’s yet more up there. I wrote it and I’ve not looked at it again. Cathartic. Therapeutic. I talked some of those things over with mom too, rehashed some of the old crap and it helped me make up my mind about a few things.
I feel a bit lighter.
I also went to the beach, but there were too many people on it (!!) and the tide was too high for me to get much in the way of the desired solitude.
My cats are fat and relatively happy. Miss Kitten slept on me the entire Saturday night.
listening to: I Hate Everything About You – Three Days Grace
reading: The Manticore – Robertson Davies
eating: Chicken Caesar
drinking: yet another gallon of Arizona lemon green tea
feeling: harder, better, faster, stronger…