I had to take my friend to the hospital tonight. I stayed with her and took her to grab her scripts when they released her. I dropped her off, helped her upstairs, and went back home.
I'm sad tonight. I watched a movie with Allen, but he went to bed, so I've made myself another drink, and I'm listening to music while I write. A big part of me wants to draw a bath so I can soak in the tub and cry my little face off, but I don't have the energy.
I'm hoping to feel a bit more normal tomorrow. I have nothing at all to do, so I'm thinking I might go walk around downtown and take some photos. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow night instead. But I'd still like to go out and take pictures. I'm sad that Graffiti Falls is entirely closed down. I'd like to go take some pictures up there, but I can't even park at the bottom. Maybe I'll drive out to Manitou Lake. Maybe I'll look up new places to go.
I don't want to sleep by myself right now.
I'm debating on whether or not I should watch a movie to help me fall asleep, keep listening to music, or take a xanax.
It's amazingly clear out tonight. I just sat outside and watched the stars for a little bit. I never know what to say when I do that. That seems like as good an ending place as anything: I don't know what to say.
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