Sun Day
I think I was becoming something other than human while I existed in my dim basement apartment before. Now I wake up with the sun creasing my eyes. On occasion I try to rub it out, wash it away like a stray lash, but these times are rare.
Francis ran off to do laundry, a task which is both aggravating for her today, and happy for me. There are bad things that can happen to your pants when you don’t wear underwear, so I shipped them off just in time.
My friend, I discovered, lives a frisky one minute walk away. We are going to run around this evening, walking and bar hopping in its literal sense, gathering information and pit stops for my job applying over the next week or so. Usually I am the one who utilizes the program I developed, “Import-a-friend” which entails luring the unsuspecting bored masses to my neck of the woods with promises of jewels and pretty shiny things. As hard as it is to believe, it is a program that shows the desired results. Usually the girls end up becoming disillusioned and insane, stemming from aspects of their personalities that I cannot even begin to try and understand. I think the slightly insane are attracted to my energy anyhow, because it is a balancing, calming kind of thing. This will be useful in my future practice as shrink, but at this point in the road, becomes snagged in drama because friends are useful things when they aren’t insane. The boys are generally chill as boys usually are, either by default or because they don’t over-think shit too much. The point is the IAF program isn’t necessary at this juncture, as I am about to be officially adopted into someone else’s program.
