Sat 22 Jan 2011
September 4, 1991: A Diary Entry
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12:20A.M.
Henry was supposed to call me back at eleven. Of course he didn’t – that would’ve made him too reliable. He’ll probably call me in the morning and wake me up to apologize.
I changed my room/house around today. I had cleaned yesterday before I went to work ’cause for some lame reason, I could not sleep past 9:30 A.M. I still have to work on the kitchen though. And the closet – just some clothes off of the dresser – and the bathroom – stuff for the bulliten [sic] board (which maybe I can fix) and actual cleaning. Really not (had to get another pen) that time-consuming if I keep my ass in gear. Laundry too. I’m out of detergent but have been using one of my great neighbor’s. I want to get a bunch of pillows for my bed for all along both walls. I also want to get my Jim Morrison poster framed. I also want the pain inside my mouth to go away. It’s on the bottom, right in the back. It feels like a molar is coming in. But what if it’s a wisdom tooth that’s not supposed to come in and if it does, it’ll fuck up my teeth and make them crooked? Nope – I will not have less than perfect teeth. It’s swollen and hurts – maybe I should call the dentist.
There are some shoes at Sonnie’s I want to get. They’re only $25 – the same price I paid for a pair of tights I got there. They are also having a 50% off sale. But even with the discount the clothes are still expensive.
Now my bed isn’t below the high-traffic area – from the kitchen to the living room – that squeeks. But now I’m below the bathroom so I have to hear shower water running early every morning.
Of course I don’t have that much floor space but I can’t draw to scale. I can’t draw period. What can I do? I suppose I’ll find out eventually.
I want to do drugs. I want some acid. And I’m eagerly awaiting my shipment from Rachel – she said in about a week. Hurry. I want to get back to smoking pot every day. Hell, it’s fun and I have no reason not to. D.J. is clean again. She can’t handle her drugs. She has her beer every day and without it she’s in a bad mood. I’ve honestly come to the conclusion that I’m a fairly normal drug and alcohol user. Though when I have pot I do smoke it. When I don’t have it, I don’t fiend to get it.
Should I go to sleep? I’m hot.
Where my radio is now, when I move in certain ways, it gets fuzzy. I have to keep the antenna up too. How terrible.
I want to put stuff up n my walls but I’m afraid that might make this huge room look a little small.
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