Calls

This past Spring, with all the new dog people at the park, there's this one dude, Greg, and we just got along pretty well. Bunch of things in common, but no big deal. Just hung out at the park. But dude disappeared a lot, weeks at a time. I knew his old lady was pregnant so we talked about that for a bit. So, blow me away, the dude calls me last night to tell me the baby was born. I was the fourth person he called. Why?? It's not like we're close or anything. I don't understand people.

Living Arrangements

Hey, I'm straight right now.

So I've decided that the Lizard should not come down to Florida for Christmas, based on his current grades. I don't know what's up with him, and he won't talk about it with me. Am I doing the right thing?? Are his visits with me sacred enough that I shouldn't use them as punishment?? What else can we do?? Shit. I want him here!!

Just sent his mother a note telling her to send him down. I can withhold gifts, or curtail his computer usage, stuff other than making him stay in Phoenixville, which he absolutely hates. I think that's part of the problem, is his current living arrangements. He has to live with his mom, and her new husband. Dude's a dick-head. And the Lizard's stuck there. Thankfully, he has his older brother, and together they are managing. I'm not saying he would do better here, just that he's unhappy up there. If the schools here didn't suck ass as much as they do, I think I could make a case for him to be down here.

CAVU 2

So, I'm stoned again. A couple of months ago a guy from the park hooked me up with some weed. (Horribly expensive, and nothing to write home about.) That first night I had the absolute best sleep I'd had in over five years. I even went a couple of nights without my meds, and it didn't absolutely suck. And my sleep had continued sound until a couple of nights ago.

Nothing has changed. The nights have been chilly, but I've had to have the heater on cause my Dad gets cold easy. Maybe it was too warm. I don't know. A couple of nights ago, it was kinda warm, so I turned my little fan back on. Woke up in the middle of the night freezing cold. The next night it was pretty cool, so no fan. Woke up soaked in cold sweat. Last night it was chillier, so I threw another blanket on my bed. Woke up hot and covered in sweat. This hadn't happened in quite a while, the night sweats, and I'm not happy by its return.

Six years of exile to celebrate in thirty days. Nothing has changed. I can't move to PA, or anywhere else. I'm stuck here. Have I tried to get to like the place?? Nope. I disliked it before moving here. One thing I have done, completely by accident, is to acquire a small circle of influence. I don't think I can call any of them "friend," but they're more than mere acquaintances. I even trust some of these people, and I do care for them. These are my dog-park pack.

When I started going to the dog park there were few people using the facilities. The population increased as the summer wore on, then dropped to almost nothing after Daylight Savings. Weeko died that Winter. The following Spring brought a new batch of people, mostly with puppies. And Mei.

CAVU 1

Been a while since I wrote anything. It's just one of those things, you know?? I've thought about it numerous times, but I tend to forget. Actually, that's been happening to me a lot. I think of something, try to ponder it, and within seconds it is gone.

Ah. I'm too stoned to go on.