sleep is a good thing. i've really enjoyed curling up in bed. i've discovered i can no longer sleep well on the couch. so i go to bed. and then i curl up with my stuffed animals and my comforter and blankets and pillows and snuggle in and i don't want to get up. who would?
my bruises are all but gone. my lesson about vodka remains. doc brought home this orange type drink for me but it was aciai berry punch and i tried it and it just screamed for vodka. so i put it away. i left it for him. he knows how to drink in moderation. not a lesson i ever learned. i swear, every time i get drunk on anything but champagne, i end up drinking too much and usually puking then drinking more. i'm not smart in that way. that's why i never drink.
i shouldn't drink because of the meds, but i slip up every so often and get piss drunk for no apparent reason. that's the thing of it. there's never a reason i want to drink, i just do it until i'm drunk. so no more of that.
simon has given up possession of my room. i don't know where he spends the day. part of it, he spends on doc's bed with the other boy cats. part of it he spends on the couch but less and less when i go into my room is he in there. this is a good thing. he needs to socialize more. he's not getting along with the others any better, but he's coming along.