The plan, as it has been every Friday for a while was to leave the house, replace my bong, buy some transit tickets and some good sleepy shatter to help me sleep.
The plan did not happen of course. It’s not necessarily even intentional. I just find reasons to say no and in this case I spent all my money on food, a computer mouse that won’t drive me insane, some more bills and incidentals. I juggle it down to the last dollar so I can’t go out and buy things tonight.
My brain pretended it was going to happen. That way it was able to justify using my awake drugs throughout the day. Now it’s almost 10:00 p.m., and I’ll be up even more than usual.
But it’s the weekend so I don’t have to feed the animals Saturday or Sunday, although to be polite I could. It’s tough to tell whether he’d let me. He’d certainly want to watch and that makes it really not worth doing. First of all it defeats the purpose of saving him from doing his face standing next to me, but would also makes doing anything less fun.
Oh well. I’m watching some Monty Python classics, blogging a bit, maybe some porn, and then I’ll try to fall asleep like I do every night. An hour at a time.