Romance

And so concludes one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long while. I suppose I should probably introduce some backstory first. There’s a girl, Veronica (but I call her Ronnie), that I’ve known for a while via classes and we've gotten to be pretty good friends. She invited me Thursday night to a party she was going to (she managed to keep her Fridays free of classes and I knew I wasn’t going to be sleeping anyhow, so why not). It looked like she was there to actually have fun. I was simply trying to escape the insanity pit that the apartment had become (more on that in a bit). She was the only one I knew very well, so I spent most of the night with her. And now we’ve been on a date every single day since, and have more planned. And the most amazing thing about all of this: on Saturday, after I got Ronnie home, I actually felt like sleeping. I feel this bears repeating: I was genuinely tired and felt like I could sleep! And it gets better because I actually could sleep. I got a whole nine hours. That hasn't happened in a while, despite my best efforts. I don’t know if it’s because of the new relationship or not but either way, I am not complaining because with sleep has come an end to the obsession with the darkness that surrounded Navidson and Johnny Truant and a window opening to happiness. The endless halls of Infinity that I have been trapped in are dissipating. I feel free.

If only I could say the same for Kal. Last week was… Well, I’m sure you can all see part of it in his posts. There were days though that he didn’t even leave his room. And I’m not sure how to help him (majoring in journalism, not psychology, after all). Maybe if I get him into the sunlight a bit more. But I think we’ll definitely be avoiding trees, for his sake.

-Michenab

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I was going to just put this in a comment but I feel like it deserves its own post.

Thank you so much Kal for the vodka. Although you were right - it is pretty shitty. Started doing shots around three... or something. Or was it later? Either way you'd already gone Kal. I'm not sure how many I did or even how long I was at it for. I do know that I woke up on the floor with a glass in my hand and the smell of alcohol in my nose. Thank god I didn't puke in my sleep. Oh yeah. I slept. Mostly because of the booze but I slept! And no dreams that I remember! Maybe I should just sleep on the floor more often. It seemed pretty comfortable when I woke up. But that's probably because I hadn't moved yet. Motherfuck I've got a hangover like you wouldn't believe. The sound of the typing is like smashing my head into steel wall over and over and over. I don't know how much vodka is left - I haven't found the bottle yet - but I'm considering drinking a bit more so I can fall asleep again and hopefully wake up a little less fucked.
I should probably still go to the store or something. It'd be no good becoming an alcoholic or something just because I can't sleep. I think I've heard of some natural things or whatever that work pretty well..

Christ I hate throwing up. I don't think I've ever felt this much like death. Probably because I don't drink. I'd turn the lights on to help the glare on my eyes from this computer screen but I tried that and I thought for a moment that I might collapse. Not pass out, just collapse. You can bet those lights went back off pretty quick.

I think I'm going to go lay back down on the floor. Maybe I can even find the position my body was in before I moved. That'd be great. It was so comfortable. I've been editing this post as I go. Such a pain in the ass to try to type when you still can't quite see or think straight. I'll find the bottle in the morning. Maybe bury the son of a bitch outside. Fucking vodka. Never touching it again I think. But I got sleep. Damn straight I got sleep. Fucking exciting shit. Back to the carpet for me.

-Michenab

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