Saturday, January 29, 2005
my memories were given back to me. the good ones. the ones that i needed. that reminded of why im here. of i chose to be here. of why i have to be here. and man, it felt fucking good.
thank you, jess. thank you, dave. thank you, new york.
i think that i am progressively, although slowly, becoming bipolar. there were days this week that i literally felt so high that i couldnt even put together a coherent sentence (on the train, michelle).
this week has been a whirlwind and ive been meaning to post and meaning to post and meaning to post and just never got around to it. now i feel like its just old news, a monday morning tiara, thrown out with the trash. there was so much that i had wanted to say, but it would be too much to type at this point and erick is gonna be pissed if im not ready when he gets here. so i gotta go.
btw, that was jess taking liberties with my camera when i was too incapacitated to do anything about it. feeding myself was a real choir that night, as you can see. but god, it was fun trying.