Cydniey Buffers (cydniey) wrote,
Cydniey Buffers
cydniey

You could tell by the wings. The wings always gave it away.

Okay. My computer's clock didn't turn back. Whatever. My phone will update around 9am tomorrow. I have no set plans.

There is no talking. There is maybe some small talk. We both hate small talk. I don't know who is tormenting who. We're all nervous around each other. He, because I am hormone bomb. I because he freaks me the fuck out when he acts like this. Get me a bottle of Midol and let go, dude. I haven't done anything angry, or raised my voice, or been argumentative. I've agreed with everything he has said, I have oft repeated my wrongness when it has happened. I've been very good. Good meds. Latuda, man. Even if you're bipolar and not full-on psychotic like me, try it. It may make a difference, and if it does, wowzers, does it. You will feel yourgoodself again very quickly. Just be ready to get some shit done.

I have about 40 LPs left right now that I know are to be upcycled. That's from 250. That's how much inventory is stacked up in my room. I really hadn't decorated, so there was plenty of room to separate items into categories and such. And at least a dozen of those LPs are spoken for. I need them on various book shelves. Because, for the first time. ever, in our lives, we will have more book shelf space than we will books. Not by much, and much of it will be weird negative space of the expensive and really fucking heavy black shelf out in the garage waiting to be dragged in here by us. Its shelves are . . . odd. I'll take a picture once we get it in here and I get it attached to the wall. It will accommodate many paperback novels, and I have many.

I used to buy so many books from the used book store across the street, they used to give me paperbacks and magazines in bags full. I miss that place so much. I think it's the only thing I miss from PA. And by the time I get dragged screaming back there, it will be gone. PFFFFHHHTTTTT.

Today was a haze. I took a full dose of Seroquel at an odd hour, as I am about to do now, and slept the day away. I woke up to a full bag of tobacco, so it was a win for me. Halloween was weird. People were skipping ours, and Richie's house (our next door neighbor). And they went all out decorating, they always do. Tomorrow I will post pictures of their prowess with Halloween decorations. We thought that was curious, we noticed a lot more helicopter parents, too, from outside the neighborhood. A lot of dolled-up fairy princesses were driven in from local gated communities that don't participate in such socialist expressions of neighborliness. You could tell by the wings. The wings always gave it away.
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