“i feel the wind
the wind
it touches me with a cold cold creeping dampness
it feels like i've just left the shower
but in fact I'm heading right into one
it's the rain
i look at the sky
it's not blue
not green
not grey
but something else
it's something you can't duplicate in a photo or a painting.
it's just the rain
it's the clouds
and the rain
and night sky with the city
it's the rain
i feel the first drips on my face
it's the rain
it is the rain that will come
it is the rain that is coming
it is the rain that is here for me
I was just about to take a shower in purpleglitter's apartment, and noticed there had been a minor back-up issue. Mostly dried, and not to bad. Nevertheless, a crust had formed over the drain, essentially sealing it. Not wanting to use anything that might pose a danger to the birds, I decided to use the remainder of the pseudomoonshine I purchased over the summer to clean the tub and unplug the drain. It worked like a charm, however now the house smells like I've just thrown a heavily alcohol-laden party. Ah, well - it will dissipate.
About a half hour after Cyndi cut (around 12:30am) I left the house. I was quite delusional and dazed. I walked down Mass Ave in my pajamas and bare feet. I walked in Mass Ave, sort of in a dance with the traffic. When cars would approach in one lane, I would move to the other.
The police did not like my dance. Several squad cars pulled up and I was brought to the psych emergency room at Cambridge Hospital. After 10 hours there I was transferred to Whidden Hospital, where I am now.
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Whidden Hospital is the most repressive place I've been yet. I'm not allowed to have a pen in my room. I'm not allowed to bring my stuffed animals out of my room. If I wake up late and miss "sharps time", I cannot shave. Getting vegan food has been a chore. The only plus is I have my own private shower.
I've had a bit of a rough night. dan4th dried me off when I was cold and wet and scared. He sat me on the futon in his now mostly empty room and wrapped me in his terrycloth robe and put a towel over my head. He sat with me until I was no longer scared. I owe him and zarthon and purpleglitter many thanks for both helping me move and for putting up with me during the move. riga_mortia came over and cheered me up. I really needed it. I don't know what I did to have such good friends. But, right now I'm just glad I have them.
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purpleglitter's apartment, and noticed there had been a minor back-up issue. Mostly dried, and not to bad. Nevertheless, a crust had formed over the drain, essentially sealing it. Not wanting to use anything that might pose a danger to the birds, I decided to use the remainder of the pseudomoonshine I purchased over the summer to clean the tub and unplug the drain. It worked like a charm, however now the house smells like I've just thrown a heavily alcohol-laden party. Ah, well - it will dissipate.
annoyed
depressed