A shaky morning evolved into a wonderful afternoon of lazily hiking down by the rails, dodging rain, and enjoying some beer by the river. I called them my sunset brews as the rain softly fell with me beneath my poncho on the river bank with an amber quart in hand. All seemed well and my turbulent mind early this morning fell quiet and calm as the day progressed, and seemed to correspond with the amount of beer I had consumed. I realize now why I drank so heavy for all those years as alcohol is my magic elixir -- the balm for my malfunctioning brain, bringing a calm and togetherness I usually don't exhibit on any given day.
Talked to George for a long time at one point up at the shopping center. The gang was all gathered around George's car as he showed us his new car stereo.
"I'm glad you didn't get one of those stereos with the booming bass," I told him relieved.
"That wouldn't be fit for gospel," George replied. Gospel being his preferred form of aural sensation.
As I was walking away, Clara grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side.
"Can I come over tonight? Please?"
I told her how to get to my house which is about a mile walk from the shopping center. I probably made a big mistake, but I felt sorry for her and wanted to help. I seem to collect homeless people.
"Bring something to drink. I'll cook us something good to eat," I told her. "How does breakfast for supper sound?"
Clara kissed me on the cheek and told me she would see me before dark. It is getting very late and she has yet to show up. I wonder if she is coming. At least I will have a drinking buddy tonight already having garnished my fridge with two bottles of cheap wine.
The camera is on it's way and should be here tomorrow or the day after depending on how fast it ships. I feel like a kid at Christmas in anticipation. I also ordered a 4 GB memory card so I could shoot hour long movies with it. I can't wait!
Talked to my father a moment ago and told him how "buzzy" my head feels. Everything seems to be moving in fast motion, but it is much better than it was early this morning when I couldn't sleep. I still say I am on too many medications and some need to be culled. I take a literal handful of pills every night and I am not quite sure what my father gives me. This will cause an uproar within my family when I suggest this course of action - my brother and sister both being doctors and my father a pharmacist -- they think drugs can cure everything. When I was off my medications, I had one of my most prolific writing periods and a period of great creativity. I feel drugged!