A good day. In the morning, we had toaster strudel. I didn't eat any, but I enjoyed thinking about it. Invented by the father of Gretchen Weiners, you know.
The doctor is changing my sleeping medication to Ambien. I wake up like 4 or 5 times a night, which is normal for me, but apparently not good. And my current sleep meds are making me drowsy during the day. So, good. Have you heard about Ambien sex? I hear it's pretty freaky. Not that I will be partaking, obviously. I finally got my library books, hooray! I have already made my way through 2 of them, "Sterling's Gold: The Wit and Wisdom of an Ad Man", which was, disappointingly, just a collection of Mad Men quotes; and "The Selby is In Your Place" which is fucking lovely. I've always adored the Selby and it's particular brand of hipster home-decor fetishism, and it is one of my fondest ambitions to be featured on their website.
Ten Items In The Selby Book That I Wish Were Mine:
1. Erin Wasson's shoe collection
2. The Neistat brothers' couch with the lyrics to "Juicy" by Notorious B.I.G. on it
3. Philip and Abigail Smiley's moon lamp
4. Jacques Grange's Narwhal Tusk
5. Jacques Grange's bottle of sleeping pills prescribed to Marilyn Monroe
6. Garick Gott and Terence Koh's albino peacock taxidermy
7. Oliver Zahn's collection of vintage paperback erotic novels
8. Lou Dillon's two-headed rooster taxidermy
9. Lou Dillon's Tracey Emin bag
10. Melia Marden and Frank Sisti Jr's prawn phone
Anyway, now I've moved on to "A Better Angel", which is a collection of short stories by Chris Adrian, who is the author of "The Children's Hospital", the book I was previously raving about. It has a lot of the same characters and situations, as if he took all of his stories and shoved them into one magnificent novel. I am a little bit saddened to see his picture in the back, though. When you admire someone, you expect them to be, if not outright attractive, at least wise-looking and well dressed. Such is not the case. Oh well, that's OK. Boooooooks!
I spent the whole day at TLLC today which is so calming and productive and nice. We worked on budgeting (which is a skill I really must learn, although it is hard here when all my needs are being completely taken care of as if I was a child), job searches (something I also need to perfect, and fast), we went to the Y (stationary bike and Top Chef All Stars), social skills (assertiveness, which I think I'm pretty good at, except sometimes with people I'm extremely close with, I can get pretty passive-aggressive, and also just plain aggressive. So I guess maybe I could use some work), and cooking (chicken brian, gross).
Then, the icing on my good day cake. Awful faux-gangsta white boy got Baker-Acted! (That means he was forcibly taken to a psych ward by the police!). Maybe he won't be back! And despicable skater boy got dismissed for continuing to fuck other patients and using drugs! Yes! I am winning this war! For sanity!
And tomorrow is going to be awesome because we are going to GatorLand! Aaaahh! Expect a radically gator-centric post tomorrow!
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