Matter of My Psychotic Self

Thousands of bubbles popped around my head and I leaned back to soak in matters of my psychotic self.

I want to go to the zoo today, but nobody wants to take me. Apparently the fact that it's a holiday means the place will be packed. Understandable. I'm not one to wait in line to see an ape scratch itself. However, it's the one thing I haven't done this summer and I need to do it. Someone ask me.

The wedding was fabulous. Small, intimate, and drunk. I danced non-stop until 2 in the morning, made some bad decisions, and didn't trip over anything.

Yesterday's mini party went on for 3 hours at a table set for 4. I watched my dad slowly drink a bottle of wine and I wished that I could help him out with it but thoughts of the night before kept me from wanting any kind of alcohol. I'm pretty sure I napped for most of the meal and was thankful that other people kept the conversation going so I didn't have to contribute. So bad.

I'm having trouble sleeping and eating and that can only mean that something is going on and I'm not looking forward to finding out what it is, but I suppose knowing is better than not knowing when it comes to matters of my psychotic self.