April 29, 2024
I went to AA today. It was the first time since Auckland. That was about 6 months ago.
I drank again on Saturday night. That was a pretty bad night. I got into town and found the place swarming with college kids. It took me by surprise.
I was being really annoying. I got extremely drunk. I tried calling tons of people on messenger, like I always do. No one answered. They probably know to not answer me because I’ll be drunk.
I don’t remember going to bed. All I know is that in the morning there was a knock on my door. I didn’t respond. Then my door opened and either Leila or Josh put my jeans into my room. I guess they were on the floor of the hallway. I have no memory of taking them off out there.
I really can’t believe I didn’t drink water when I got home. I should’ve drank tons of water and stayed awake for a little while until I’d sobered up. I never fucking learn my lesson. That’s what happens why I go to sleep while being wasted. I do weird sleep walking shit. It’s a fucking miracle I didn’t take a piss in the hallway. I really can’t believe the fact that I never learn. I repeat the same stupid shit over and over again.
So yesterday was pretty dark. I felt absolutely pathetic and horrific. I finally decided to go to AA. I’m glad I did.
I also applied to York today. It cost $130.
I went for a jog this morning. It was the first time in a while. I want to get back to jogging ever day.
I’m a little stressed about my two jobs. I got my schedule for Dimitri’s and they have me working until close on Thursday. I’m supposed to go out with Mark and Jayne at 6. I forgot to tell work about that. I’m going to have to ask them tomorrow. I hope it’ll be alright, because they also have Nate, Jacob, George and Eli scheduled for that evening.
If they say no then I don’t know what I’ll do. Jayne has already booked a table for us at 6:30pm. It’s her birthday dinner.
The soldier sat in the sun. He was burning to a crisp. He’d been sat there for 20 days!
The Godhead descended before the burning soldier.
“Speak to me,” begged the combat veteran.
“Open yourself up to the inner wellspring of truth,” whispered the Godhead.
The soldier blinked and began to cry. His tears put out the flames. He began to heal!
Lazy people are hurting They’re living on a cobble stone footpath. They have to sleep in tents. They only have raw meat to eat. They’r surviving on cans of beer. The whole town has become drunk.
I interviewed a little boy. He wore a yellow raincoat. The boy was drunk. He had a bottle of whiskey in his hand. It was his only companion.
“How do you remain hopeful?” I asked.
The child laughed and burped. He hiccuped, and then he burped again. “I have a strong conviction. I also have faith in my ideas,” the boy declared, his voice high and shrill. “I’m no patriot. I place my trust in myself. My loyalty lies to my mother and to my father. Our unit of power is destined to sustain us. The state cannot help me. They have proven themselves deceitful.”
I was turned off by the odour coming from the child. It was a real bad scent. I did not want to be rude, but I could hardly resist wrinkling my nose in disgust.