I've been awake since around 4:45am, after a weird day of recovery sleep from this past weekend. Every dream I've had in the past few days has been slightly bizarre, including the one about powdered sugar doughnuts and a marquee sign written in Spanish. My mind is all over the place, racing from things I still need to pack up and move out of my ex's house, to work that still needs to be done on the HP house, to the guy I met Saturday night, to what I'm going to do this week as far as the new job with the concierge service, to all the phone calls I need to make, etc. It's normal for me to live in a state of hurricane, but lately the windspeeds have increased exponentially. It's lucky that I have a lot of people here to help me keep it all together, even when I don't come right out and ask, and especially when I do.
This Wednesday and Thursday I'm going to the boat races in Port Huron to assist the Lovely & Talented Megs; selling band t-shirts, ferrying drinks, lining up requests for her autograph, whatever she needs, in order for me to get a break and her to have some company up there instead of just the boys in the band. There's the possibility for adventure and excitement, who knows what might happen?
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