I didn't sleep, really the other night... Read a text around 10 p.m., that at 10 a.m. i was to leave and go take part in my new family's traditional Christmas celebration of exchanging presents and devouring home-cooked treats. At the same time I was on the phone with Cody, discussing psychology, religion, love, and our plans to celebrate him surviving 18 years of life without suicide, murder, or some regretful, tradgeic accident being bestowed on him by God's, "Plan." It's funny, now that I think about it; if there is truly a plan for each of us, and everything in life is happening as it should, then God's more fucked up than all of us could ever believe!
Cody's triple C's started to kick in on top of his liquor, so from experience, I knew that when he said he'd call back, it weren't true. Still, as always, I waited up just in case I'd be wrong. But, by 3 a.m. I knew and gave up on expecting my phone to ring. Boredom and idle time cause one to lose sense of time, sense of responsibility, and sense of sleep. I had no energy, but it seemed pointless to sleep. So, I popped an adderoll type medication, called, "Vyvanse," and proceeded to clean, organize, shave, and gorgy myself up for this Christmas gathering, and more so for Cody and I's day.
Wrote a letter to my Uncle, thanking him for his generous check and to let him hear just how well my life is from me for once, instead of the mythological ventures and tales of a daughter, that my mother irritably tells. This passed the time till early morning brought day. I was out of smokes, and there's nothing worse than being dry, when you're on a wired and detailed prescription high. Aliena didn't get home 'til a bit after 9 a.m., rang the doorbell when she did, that thankfully awoke C.J. from her sleep, paying me with two bummed smokes to enjoy... Smoked 'em up in Aliena's room, while I straightened my hair and we talked our things. Lit a joint to get us comfy for the day; just a bit of weed to take off the edge. I was freaking about my unstable plans, I had made with Cody on the phone, while Aliena got frustrated from a friend's religious text about how she should let in the lord. Needless to say we were off. So, on went the music to take us away; calming us and making us smile. We both went downstairs, running late, at around a quarter to eleven. Her and I with our iPods and journals, both doing our own thing, until Aliena, her little brother Josh, C.J. [her mother], and Daniel the stepdad all piled in the car to leave.
My gift was a pile of five $10's, placed on the top of a homely hot cocoa kit, given to me by the family's grandmother. I slept most of the time I was there. That weed just zapped me, and it didn't help not having any sleep in over 24 hours.
[GOODCENTS ORDER I WROTE DOWN IN MY JOURNAL WHEN CODY AND I WERE DRUNK]
White
Rostbeef
American
Mayo
Pickles
Black Olives
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