The last post was written on Friday the 2nd. Something was wrong with me. I felt "groundless." At least that is the way a friend describes it.
Fridays are kind of rough for me. Last friday was no exception. I ended up writhing in pain crying my eyes out squeezing the neck of my acoustic guitar. I can play really sad chords when I am in this state.
Right now I am in a hotel room in front of the convention center in New Orleans. Just walked around the french quarter. ooouuuu bad! bad! very bad! Sparks off the addiction big time.
Went on my dinner with a friend last thursday. She made sure it was not a date and that there was no more expectation than that. Well, of course there is. But I am stompping it down. I am sure I will be successful at smashing it but never-the-less I seem to be obsessing about it. uh her. She took my number and said she might call sometime. I am waiting for her call. She hasn't.
I can't stand this! I kind of, well, fucked myself on this one.
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Boo! Did you get a cloaking device or have you not been by the blog lately, not that I have been posting.
I'm hoping to rekindle a friendship with my fifth cousin and former partner in crime (1983-1988); her mom died a week ago, saw her at the funeral home. She has a four year old daughter and a son the was bon in October. The problem as with all my friendships … distance. She lives in Senoia, a couple of hours from here. I hope you stayed on the “wagon” and it didn’t drag you too much. You can call if you need support in staying on it. I know there are plenty of times I wished I had someone to talk to at 11 PM when the munchies were attacking.
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