This weekend was quite lovely. Friday I came across some lovely mushrooms and went on a nice trip. Andrew stayed sober but was my traveling companion. We walked around town talking and singing and playing guitar. I was loud and eccentric and ridiculous and happy. The general theme of my trip that every moment and experience is unique and you’ll never have it again so you’d better fucking take it in. That and that I really wanted to frolick in a field with sheep and daisies. But such a field does not exist in my suburban hell.

As I was coming down, Mya came over and then Kia called me at midnight saying she needed a babysitter. So Mya and I went over to her house and smoked and talked about life just like we always do.

Saturday was Kia’s 4 year old’s birthday party so I stayed for the day and played with the kids until Wayne got off work at like 11 and picked me up. It was so good to see him since he left town right after I returned. We hung out with his current love interest Dan for a little bit and then called it a night.

Sunday, Andrew and I spent the day together. We went to Elizabeth’s because I wanted to see her girls and ended up spending hours hula hooping and playing princesses and hide and seek. It was nice. Then we went to Andrew’s mom’s house and I made a purchase for his step dad. They smoked with us and we stayed for dinner. Andrew’s mom is hilarious when she’s high. Then, I went home and went to sleep. Just as I hit R.E.M. sleep, Julia called me crying and so I talked to her for a while. Now it’s monday. The day seems slow. I hope.

Dieting is going well. More than anything I’ve just been trying to stay as active as possible. It’s not that hard really. And then watching what I eat somewhat. And the stackers. God I love those things.