09.08.03 There's a reason to all "this". This being the only place that I would ever talk about the things that I talk about. About how BF hooked it up again on Saturday with some more blue comfort. I took off yesterday afternoon as the sun was about to set, along with the camera, in pajama pants & flip-flops. I drove around aimlessly, trying to find good photo places and... whatever. I stopped at Bo's apartment to give him a gift that I made (an amethyst crystal wrapped in wire) and gave him a ride to Sherry's house. I barely remember any of this. Sherry was laying on her sofa, obviously strung-out, as I listened to Bo call in work for her. He told them that her brother was in a car accident and that she wouldn't be coming to work. Soon after the call he snuggled up to her on the sofa and stroked her hair. I left. I headed over the railroad which is my favorite place to photograph, and then over to this feild behind the city limits sign. I THINK I got some good shots... I couldn't focus right. When I got home, BF had cooked the most delicious chicken alfredo stuff I have ever had. I asked him what he put in it and when he told me, I laughed. He 'marinated' it in veggie dip and sprinkled it with italian dressing mix. Hahaha. But it was soooo good. After eating, he immediatly passed out on the sofa. I noticed a few beer cans lying around the coffee table and for a minute I thought he had passed out drunk. Then upon further investigation, I found a nearly empty bottle of pills... I checked his breathing, and proceeded to pass out next to him on the sofa. Fast forward to this morning. Neck is in a cramp, I am late as hell, I am groggy though I slept for at least 13 hours. Then I walk (run) outside to try and make it to work, only to discover that I have locked my keys in the house. And so my day has gone. |
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