#dissimulations

COULEES DE LAVE

L’heure étant à glacer, dans ses sueurs froides, voici demain retenu sans défense aux draps froissés. Par le rayon du phare lunaire, les formes en s’agitant du dos sur le ventre, donnent à cette campagne un visage de remous du passé. Ces ombres, en même temps qu’elles remettent leurs images d’angoisse dans l’âge du présent, font entendre clairement leur origine. Sans qu’on parle…

I've been meaning to write about the late halloween party, but the only thing of any notable importance was that I had a couple drinks after my fourteen day sober period. And I think that's why I have been putting it off. I didn't want to tell you guys. Not that it's anything to be ashamed about; I never claimed to be a recovering alcoholic who desperately needed to stay away from the booze. I'm just a guy in my mid twenties trying to be healthy, mentally and physically, and make good decisions. I was just so proud of myself for staying strong and lasting as long as I did. If it had been someone else encouraging me to drink, I would have been able to turn them down, but it was my own reasoning and justification that I couldn't outsmart. At the end of it all, I lasted for fourteen days and I can do it again. 

That's better. 

I obviously had a little too much fun last night, and paid penance this morning with a slight hangover for my sin of messing with Harmony's sign. It's convenient when you only live six blocks away. Also, it makes a great party game, everyone gathered around a pad of paper trying to figure out the best way to rearrange 'pumpkin spice.'

As you can tell in the picture, I'm way too excited to participate in this free drink promotion. 

Today is thrift store shopping day. I’m looking for a table I can paint blue.

I’m starting up north and working my way back down, and you bet your ass I will be avoiding downtown while Hoopfest is going on. Basketball tournament. Ugh. Last year people got shot. Welcome to eastern Washington.