Part of my coping mechanism is to clean. I cleaned and cleaned. I had to hide memories. I cherish the time we spent and all of the memories we created, but I want to think about them when I choose. I saw memories everywhere I looked. I threw out a perfectly good sweet potato that made me sad every time I’d walk by it. I almost kept it because it would be very good, but then I contemplated eating it and I knew I could never get through it without tearing up. The bus was spotless, but there was this one fly I couldn’t catch. It had been bugging Sebastian and I was trying to catch it for him. Now with him gone I didn’t know what I was supposed to do about the fly; let him live in the bus, kill him out of anger, let him go out of spite?
When I’m upset I don’t eat. It’s a real problem because then I get goofy in the head and that magnifies the depression and I lose focus on reality. I went to the store and bought some deli chicken. I was able to eat some of it.
Andrew came over and kept me company in the evening. We drank some wine and he showed me some 8 track tapes he had just bought with a player for $10. I recently broke the 4th of 4 wine glasses. I have to use glass dishes, but they don’t last very long on the road. We were forced to use my water glasses. They look kind of like the trendy stemless wine glasses, but when that fad is over in 2 years I won’t be left with dated dishes.
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