wine therapy

Spent Friday until late this afternoon in Sun City @ the in-laws.

There is a bit of time for meeeeee now but instead of writing out all the vomit I am going to drink wine and listen to music!

The older middle-eastern gentleman who rang up my wine said I looked 18 and gave me a piece of chocolate.  After I left the store I wished I had asked him what country he is from.  I have never left the USA and foreigners make me curious.  I fantasize about doing my post-doctoral work at one of the Max Planck Institutes in Germany.

This life is still mostly wretched and overwhelming but I am still here and I will still be here and it will change.

I need to make sure I run away to the woods more often than I have been, it makes me way less prone to want to hurt people.

I feel like a jerk for not calling Kierstin last week when her beautiful baby girl turned 1.  I know she  probably doesn’t hold it against me but motherfuck I wish I had privacy to talk on the phone without having to drive around in my truck.

Magnus woke me up the other morning by giving me kisses on the face and eskimo nose kisses.  Today he brought over his dirty laundry basket to the bed and told me about his dirty laundry basket and how the clothes smell inside it and how they will be washed later.


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