The puppy didn’t get my memo that only I do the adorable snoring at Matt’s house.
Pretty proud of this one. Also, my final time was 28:12 but I forgot to stop the timer for a couple minutes because I was so flustered from having to run home in a thunder storm. Luckily my phone isn’t damaged.
I really needed a good run today, for some personal ongoing issues I’ve been through lately, so just looking at these stats make me feel like I just banged a centaur atop a rainbow to the sound of a hundred cherubs singing Enya.
It’s funny what you get accustomed to.
Matt was mugged and beaten to a pulp a few months ago just 30 feet from the front door of his home. The five men who attacked him took only his iPhone, but left his wallet and all its contents. His strength and resolve during that time were unbelievable.
Tonight, when we were hanging out at his place and needed more booze, he graciously offered to go to the liquor store to pick some up. First, he emptied his pockets, and then left home with nothing of value, making sure to leave his phone here.
It scares me a little that by now that seems normal. It took a couple minutes before I thought anything of it. Then, after a little pondering, I realized that’s how we live. Nowadays when I walk anywhere at night I hide my iPhone in the waistband of my pants (not even the pockets, the waistband, where my shirt can cover it, otherwise it’s too obvious). I don’t want to lose my phone if someone snatches my purse, which is common here in the crime-ridden capitol.
This is just the way of things. When we sat out on the porch tonight doing a puzzle I worried about someone hurting us. It’s just how things are, and it makes me sad. It makes me aware, for which I’m grateful, but I’m sad.
Yet another reminder that no one can live in DC forever.
Some Saturday evenings are best used for wine and a puzzle on the porch. (Taken with instagram)
I can notice my mood change drastically when
I have nothing on the calendar to look forward to. No trip or special event to count down the days to. Is this normal? Am I living the day-to-day just for something else? This is not how I planned things.
I don’t know exactly why but this is one of the funniest texts I have ever gotten from Matt.
Alcohol PTSD
When you get hammered on one type of shot, then less than a day later you have to drink the same thing.
You’re not a small person. THAT’S OKAY THOUGH. USE IT.
Just walked right past a huge lumpy suitcase chained to a street sign outside of Metro Center here in downtown fucking DC. The cops were just arriving. Scary shit. Someone out there is either really awful or really stupid.
The Tumblr previously known as Emppalp has brought me to his sister’s wedding up near Boston. He has to take pictures with the wedding party so I’m at the hotel bar being a loner lush in my cocktail dress. I don’t think I’ll ever get bored with the dynamics of weddings. Something about them makes people open up, act a little more natural and unguarded. In other news, everyone has been really nice to this tall freak so far, and that’s great. I feel welcome and natural the way they do. That’s hard to do. I miss my family a little more than usual today, and I miss writing things on here. I want to fix that.
