Good Things

I am surrounded by good things.

I have a good friend base. I learned that tonight when we all went out to eat after the meeting. We all laughed and joked and made light of the deadly disease we share. I am really happy that I met Tanner, because I think he and I share similar mental capacity. I am also glad that I met Nathaniel, because he’s really smart. I’m really happy that there are all of these people around me that I can relate to. I am really happy about all of this.

I bought Kevin a ticket to fly out here. I’m happy about that, too. I’m really excited to show him what a good boy I’ve been. I think that he’s the most important element of my sobriety sometimes, because he got the shit show first hand. I need to do right by him or else, I feel.

My room is clean. It is making me very calm and comfortable.

I am drinking too much nyquil and zzzquil. I want to stop. I really want pills. This sleep shit is fucking up my chi flow something fierce. I know that everything is going rather swimmingly, but I need to get this sleep thing under control, and I need to get my ass in gear with school. I’m glad that tomorrow is a friday, and I get to hang out with grant. He’s always good at recalibrating my mind. I really like him. I like him a lot.

I think I’m starting to develop a friendship with Scott, which is good. He is very clearly intelligent, and I like that.

Jeff bought me contacts. I think I have to fuck him again now as payment.

Some things are off.
but some things are on.

Overall, life, SEEMS good.