I'm actually doing this one off my laptop this time. My room is finally 'clean' if you want to call it that. My weed is missing unfortunately, but I distinctly recollect something about that drawer being emptied out so I don't have much of an idea as to what could have happened to it, plus I have extra anyway.

I've at least gotten this far. I can pretty much drink and smoke at leisure, so am fairly balanced, but of course not in a way I would want to be. I'm also behind on enough stuff right now that there are bigger issues at hand, not to mention the money of the world coming after me. I've been doing a fairly satisfactory job at keeping the world of courtrooms and income tax forms out of my lifestyle, more preferably sticking to material goods, barter, gold and silver standard and the like.

I think it was when Mom ogled at the Joyce earrings that I had an idea of how ridiculous this can get. We're talking about a lady whose stuff has only just been starting to be expelled from her hoarded house after her, let's face it, quite timely death. More of those houses are out there. If we don't watch out, we really will lose a significant portion of precious metals to contractors unwilling to do an estate sale and instead opting to demolish houses of those who go this year -with the stuff inside-.

Believe it or not I just switched the music. I've been sticking to the five latest compilations and nothing else for so long, I finally gave up and just moved on to one of my more original albums. Funnily my one thought the matter would be how the CDs that are being chucked are full of great moods I never even heard. I guess this move is less about what comes and goes and more about who even cares enough to bother with it all.

I think what I might go do is read first, and somewhere in there go and do some of the more rudimentary work. The fact of the matter is this was obviously going to be an unfair hand I was given and I'm simply taking it as I can.

I'm thinking I might not do so directly of course, what will likely happen is I have my phone on me and eventually get into the reading. Leaving the music on too at that. The one point I think I had was that the booze specifically is in a bit of a weird situation given the fact that I -should- be able to get off it but have realized the severity of my situation permits that what I do may be -far- from that. After all, this is how I wound up getting to the point of drinking this much in the first place.

Not that it even affects me casually, which I know is the moderation that is theoretically sought. However, if I'm really just typing all this to myself like I used to on Facebook, then again what even is the point? To switch from compilations to albums? Honestly I think the interesting part is when people care. I've come across a few folks, enough of whom make me think we really have something going here, that actually give a shit and hang out somewhat. We're here for each other.

-Russly