That was great, but stupid. I got home, sat around, had a shower, sat around and went out and got faced. I blurted a bunch of shit. I told a bunch of people to make it more real. I assumed they already knew. It's Halifax. I was wrong. What a fucking mess (but like I said in my drunk post that I've removed, I'm really happy in ways as well as being really sad in ways It's a new dawn.) And then I got to sleep in my own bed. Except it's not really my bed. I don't have a bed. But I've slept in it in my closet of a room long enough to consider it more mine than people's couches and motel beds. Now I owe some of the incredibly small amount of money I have to someone else. I'm in so much debt right now. I have to call work today and see when I can start again. I have to clean my room and find everything I need to do our taxes. I need to drink a bunch of water and eat.

Last year I was a nutball and hated having to change the clocks.