Went to McDonald's for lunch (of course) at work. Eva, one of the workers, had changed her hair and it looked nice, so I said so. She thanked my and made some small talk: "work busy today, no?" in rough English (she's Mexican, I believe). This all occurred under the Chorus of cat-calls and whoo-hoos from the neighboring Pizzaaah! stand next door.
At C4, I got an extra bottle of meds to tie me over through an Intake evaluation and waiting list at the place I need to transfer; a fat/phat bottle of Happy Pills, Yay!
My Primary and I discussed how things were going....better...mood maintained, but still crashing (a little less) after work. It feels so nice not spending a greater part of the week playing with the idea of shotguns to the head or sleeping pills or vertically slit wrists; not getting sick for an hour before leaving the apartment; getting buzzed just to go out drinking with friends; and suffering mild to hardcore panic attacks throughout the day at work. Now if I could just stop waking up half-drowned from these annoying Night-sweats.
Also, at last meeting, I commented to my Primary one of my goals is to get "more involved with my community," meaning friends, co-workers, neighbors, dating, etc. Just a general phrase. When I got home, that general phrase ironically took on a more literal meaning: I locked my keys in the car! So, I walked to the nearby park's community center, looking for a phone. Nope. They directed me to a convenience store, where I got cash, a Milkyway bar, and a power drink. No phone. So I walked past The Ho (yes, The Ho) Bar to a laundry mat (phone!) and called AAA. A nice walk on sunny day with kids and moms running around the parks. I half read New York Magazine and half watched all the kids getting out from school and play soccer in the park; they laughed and yelled in the sun. A slight breeze rustling my pages as I sat in my building's parking spaces as I watched. It felt nice just to sit outside, warming in the sun like a turtle.
Went out for a drink after work with Harshly-YAH! Had a nice chat and a giggle. She told me about her recent trip to NYC. Other things were said like... ah-ah-ah! What happens in Houlihan's, stays in Houlihan's, so never-you-mind, my dears.
Played (and still suck at) a lot of Killzone.
Bought (and absolutely love) The Walkmen's Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone and their split with Calla. Such a dreamy, funeral-like sound; like The Cure meets The Strokes or something.
Didn't do laundry, but did do the dishes...Holla!
Every atomic-fueled, building flattening, window-shattering sub-woofer in Chicago drove by my apartment between the hours of 1:00 a.m. and 3:50 a.m. this morning. Buhmp-buuuuuuvvvfff! Buhmp-buuuuuuvvvfff!