When there is no bright side...

Glasgow. Edinburgh. Stirling. Dundee. Aberdeen. Inverness. Isle Of Skye. Loch Lomond. Stranraer (port). Belfast. Giant's Causeway. Derry Donegal. Connemara. Galway. Aran Islands. Limerick. Dingle. Killarney. Cork. Kilkenny. Dublin.

Itinerary, check.

Tonight I got stoned and took my dogs for a walk. It was cold; when I looked up, the clouds were breaking and I could see stars. The last few days have been....interesting. Fun. Odd. My mother came for a two-day visit on Sunday. That woman is a piece of work. Drinking at the Oxy with her is very entertaining. She brought some home-grown and I basically smoked and drank for two days.
Went out Tuesday night. Had to, it was a welcoming home party! And not just any welcoming-home party----Jen's! I had to work the next day and I got very drunk anyway.
"Why are you so mean?" And then you stuck your tongue down my throat. All in good fun, my friend. Jen and Michelle got so drunk that, on the walk home, cops actually stopped and asked if we were ok. They could tell I was pretty sober, so they went on their merry way. Just another night in Nanaimo. After a quick stop at 7y, I paid too much for a cab and came home to a locked house and no key.
I saw HumpBack Mountain, finally. It was good. Sad. Gay. Trace, Dee, and I had the theatre all to ourselves. I went home afterwards and tried to sleep. I felt fine all day, why do I always have to think about you just before I go to sleep?

Anyway, kids. I'm pretty tired. And I'm going to be tired tomorrow and the next day, and probably the day after that. I'll even be tired on my days off, but I get a two-day Vancouver trip and I get to see Moneen. So there, suckers.

I had the guts to ask for a phone number?