i slept most of the week. took trazodone to put me to sleep because i couldn't deal without the weed. my head is a mess. i've meditated, taken long baths, and smoked the hookah (which did give me a placebo relief for a while). i know how i quit before, i was on haldol. i couldn't even stand up on haldol, let alone get stoned.
i took chewy for a walk at this morning. the park is crowded then. and everyone wants to talk to you. i wasn't ready for it yesterday, i was today. chewy is the best thing to happen to me in a long time. he keeps my feet on the ground. no matter how shitty i feel, he needs to be walked and fed and taken care of. the cats are pretty self sufficient. now chewy is curled up with me on the couch. we are on cam. he's being cute, and i am singing along to my play list.
syzane emailed doc and apologized for being such a cunt. too little too late. cute try, though.
i now have a friend on facebook in common with the evil mike-dick. so i get to see his negativity on my timeline. joy. i'd say fuck it, but i really like this kid i'm friends with. he's a really nice guy. why he's put up with mike's shit for so long is beyond me.
yesterday was attack the GOP day for me on twitter. some guy started arguing with me and i quickly lost interest. you can only be called a moocher by a stranger so many times before you lose interest in anything but stabbing them. and i can't do that on twitter. and don't think i haven't tried.