Not pictured: my cute af new boots I bought in Florida.
I went out last night. It was a good time, but I didn’t last long. Night started at 6 and I was home by 10. This body can’t party anymore.
My abdomen is still really sore from the paracentesis, and I’m wondering how normal that is. I hope nothing is fucked up. I really do not need anymore problems.
I read this yesterday and it was fucking fantastic:
I restocked on vapes and edibles last night. In two weeks, my friend will harvest his latest flower strain and I’ll get some of that too. I’m going to be high most of the time. It helps. Reality is harsh.
Jackson checked in about my scan last night, and it made me smile to know he was thinking of me, but also sad that life is the way it is for us. I’m running out of time with him. With everyone.
Sometimes when I see people, I wonder if it will be the last time. I’m going to see someone on Monday, and I bet it will be the last time I ever see her. It’s a weird feeling.
It’s Sunday. I’m hoping to read another book today. I’ll probably do some laundry. We need to go to Costco. We’re going to make chili for dinner and I’m looking forward to that. I’ll probably bake some corn bread and maybe some muffins. Cooking sounds fun.