3:05 p.m. - 2003-11-09
which way to rehab?
Christ on a pony. This weekend has been utterly out of hand. Spokane was a bit of breezy, still-autumn, out-of-town-fun. Less than twenty-four hours after arriving, I took Nick and made tracks for a cabin in Rock Creel that afternoon. It was an absolute joy to guzzle wine in front of the fire. The gang and I all just got completely loaded and stumbled around in barely visible, eclipsed moonlight. It was un-fucking-real.
I had the quote of the nite, I believe. "I'm just not enough for what I need to be right now. (two minutes later, in a lull) I'm just not enough!"
I laughed hysterically once the vague recollection returned.
Also, apparently I cuddled up to Nick, but don't remember anything past getting him into bed. Hopefully, there's not much else TO remember.
And now, I am returning to Kalispell, to recover at the folks' house and eat and trip on painkillers. There is, of course, more. This will have to do for now - I'm just not enough for anything else.
