I can't believe I'm pretty much from HRM and today was my first time at the Dingle. That was such a nice picnic, even with the hangover. It was great to go on a picnic. Do something different and get out of the house. I liked the barbecue idea, but I've been to more of those in my life. The last picnic I went on was about 8 years ago, and KC and I trudged from Northwood Terrace to the Commons with a blanket. We didn't even sit on the blanket like you are expected to on a picnic, we sat on the bleachers (maybe the grass was too wet) and split a banana. Now that I think about it, I think we had some peanut butter sandwiches too.

Today, there were three blankets. We found a place far enough away from the water that it wasn't too cold. It was actually pretty warm in the sun. All the food was good, but I have to mention the dessert. I wish I felt like eating sweets more than I did, but I had a little taste. Snickers bars, green apples, and whipped cream. It's definitely better than it might sound.

I'm really enjoying the drinking book I'm reading. I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that I relate to so much of what she's saying, being that it's an autobiography of a woman alcoholic. But still, except for the fact that specific life events are quite different than mine, it could, in ways, be my biography. So many things about self-worth and identity, and drinking too much and for the wrong reasons.

I need another break. I should also probably talk to a doctor or pharmacist about just how quickly I'm killing myself. Or, I could just stop. I don't even know if the falsies are "safe" for me to consume.

Assumptions are often wrong. I thought that was common knowledge.