After the Intermezzo

I haven't journalized in an age and a half, and I'm not entirely sure why. There've been uncountable moments when I've thought to myself, "Gee, I need to write that down," and I haven't done so. Again, not sure why.

Feeling better lately... that vacation in Florida was a bit of a godsend. I'm a lot more relaxed of late, even though it seems to me that not a lot has changed around here lately. In fact, if anything, things are a little more tense. Well, stressful and uncertain, at least. Still haven't heard from the judge regarding the landlord's suit against John & Gary, and I'm not being very successful at finding the money for deposits and such on a new apartment if that decision should come back not in our favor, and on top of it all, the IRS has hit me with a substantial bill for back taxes. Glory hallelujah. How can you freak when you get to stand on the beach at sunrise, as in the picture to the left?

I'm so much less freaked out by all of this than i would have been in the past. And I'm not entirely sure what that should be attributed to, actually. Stupidity, perhaps.

Maybe it has something to do with being at least marginally aware of how badly so many other people have it. I'm not, as I often say, living in Baghdad.

I think I always spell that the wrong way.

Today is a bit of a bust, weather-wise. Yesterday evening clouded over and the rain began after midnight. It's been pretty much on & off since. The good news is that I was inspired to do some cleaning, and got a lot of stuff done. I'm on a bit of a break now, and I'm thinking I might try to tackle the bathroom later.

This evening I'm going to see Kevin's staged reading. Some guy he knows, or has worked with in the past or something has adapted the novel Choke for the stage, and our friend Kevin somehow ended up involved!

Afterward, Kevin and Kirsten are taking me to dinner to say thanks for the gifts from Florida. Not sure if I mentioned this, but I bought them a sketch in Florida that I thought they'd like, and a cheesy pirate's head made from a dried-up coconut. I half suspect they're taking me to dinner because I idly mentioned earlier in the week that I had no plans for the weekend because I had, like, all of seventy-seven cents to my name.

I'm not, as you know, the brightest bulb in the pack when it comes to managing my money, and the combination of the vacation and the peculiarities of our pay schedule (we get paid on the 15th and the last weekday of the month) has left me three whole weekends without a paycheck. And of course it never occurs to me that this might be a problem.

I got Truckstop high on cat nip! He's totally freaking out. So this is what is meant by a bad acid trip!