Oh yes

I have rediscovered In Passing…, the diary of overheard tidbits.

Who has twins and gives them both the same name?”
“Well, we were put up for adoption separately.”
“Oh. I. Oh. I’m sorry — I didn’t mean — Oh.”

But mostly I’m drunk and shopping for furniture online. I found the perfect couch. It’s thousands of dollars and will require the purchase of a new house and the acquisition of a new personality but it’s perfect. The appreciation for things really improves when my mind is degraded. My mother told me, while I was home for easter, about her post-surgery morphine literature experience. Dad brought her books and she read them and each one was the Greatest Novel Ever. She has no recollection of the titles, authors, or subjects, but let me tell you, it was beautiful.

And so, the sweet, sweet oblivion before waking up and doing it all over again.