Exactly as uneventful as ever. No progress on my case, no news, no real reason for me to have spent my time and money to travel across the country.
My next hearing is in the last week of March so… at least I don’t have to come up this way again until then – and that’s when my exhibit at Instinct Gallery (in Minneapolis) starts anyway so… At least that sort of works out.
Wallis and I are on our way to Chicago now to kick around with Chris Spillane for the day and hopefully catch a little snow. (She hasn’t seen any since she was a kid). We’ve got a couple more stops after that and we should be back in Jacksonville by Friday.
New Year’s Eve, the night when you’re legally obligated to have fun and which, consequently, inevitably ends in disappointment… was super fun and not at all disappointing.
2014 was a lot of highs and a lot of lows but at the end of the day (and year), it’s awesome to remember that I seriously have the coolest fucking life ever.
I woke up under a bridge this morning and there was no place in the world I’d have rather been.
Waking up sick. Walking around a city I’m only vaguely familiar with. Don’t have a working car. Charges hanging over my head. Dwindling bank account. (My bail last week was $1,025 and I don’t even know yet what my van repair will cost). This doesn’t seem all that different from relapse. I’m trying to keep my head up but this is shaping up to be a really tough month. Still, I’m down but I could definitely feel worse. I’ve definitely felt worse. I’m not suicidal but I’m definitely depressed. That’s something at least.
I didn’t eat anything today but I spent nine hours coloring. I’m walking aimlessly around Chicago and… I really hope I’m able to get my van fixed in time for my arraignment on Friday. That sentence – coming outta me – makes me sad. It’s been a tough week. I know I shouldn’t but I feel really alone right now.
