oh my god! my life has changed so much in less than a week!
-found out that our hours are getting slashed in half at work because the program i work for is REALLY broke.
-we all knew they were broke, but didn’t know they were THIS broke.
-so that mean’s i’ll be broke again
-and that means i won’t have enough money to move to the SF bay area this summer, which is what i was planning on.
-found out that paul died. we weren’t super close & this isn’t my tragedy. it does make me sad though.
-got a new tattoo! no pictures yet. but it is SUPER cute.
tuesday was uneventful.
then wednesday, oh wednesday….
-drank for 2 hours with steph as we talked about the love and the heartbreak that is social service jobs
-went to a queer dance party, got even drunker
-made out with someone new, which was fun & hot & interesting
-lost my phone, was re-united with it.
-rode my bike home. in my memory of the night, i was at the bar at penn & main, and then the next thing i knew i was at 19th street in the strip (about 2-3 miles away for you non-pittsburghers), pushing my bike, crying. i didn’t think much of it, because i was very drunk and i often cry when i’m in that state. i staggered home, made it in around 4:15 (nearly 2 hours after i’d left the bar–i live about a 30 minute bike ride away). i looked in the mirror to take out my contacts and then i saw my face. it was all bruised and my lip was swollen. i realized, “oh my god, i got into an accident!” i have NO MEMORY of this. and because i have no memory, i think i must have lost consciousness. yes, i was drunk. but i never black out while drinking. NEVER.
was i lying unconscious on penn ave? was i lying in the middle of the fucking road? for how long? how did i fall? how did i get up? my water bottle, u-lock, and phone are all gone. my wallet, keys and bag were safe (thank goddess.) i am SO lucky it wasn’t worse. so lucky i didn’t lose a tooth or break a bone. so lucky i didn’t get run over. so lucky i don’t have a concussion. thank you, helmet. thank you, guardians.
-spent all day, until about 7pm, barfing up rum-mixed-with-bile plus anything i tried to eat
-occasionally looked at the carnage that was my face
-realized that my drinking is officially out of control and i officially need to stop
-pulled myself together & biked to eli & jessie’s thanksgiving. ate some delicious food with queers, felt sick but didn’t barf. a nurse happened to be there, she checked me out & says i don’t have a concussion. phew. a middleaged translady played the most beautiful and sad songs on the harmonica. and i felt happy and good.
today was mostly spent looking for my u lock and leaving notes in friends’ mailboxes. caught up with alyssa and pino which was good. pino took this cell phone picture of my face, so i’d remember, remember why drinking is a shitty idea, remember what happens when you go too far:
here is a slightly more accurate picture taken a day later:
i don’t know if you can see it in this shitty cell phone pic, but my eye is bruised & my lip is really swollen. keep making a lot of typos, right now, and i’m worried it’s because my brain is totally fucked.
so! wow! lots going on here.
i didn’t write about my plan to move to the bay on here–i didn’t want to jinx it. but now that it looks like it isn’t happening i can talk about it a little. i hatched it when i was feeling really bad about pgh. i hated my job passionately, thought i’d never date anyone again, thought i had burned all my activist bridges. now, all of those things have turned out to be untrue.
i wanted to go to SF because i’m tired of the isolation. i want to be around other radical social workers. other queer writers. other bicyclists, goddamn it! i wanted to go cuz i’ve been here for so long and it doesn’t seem like i’m growing anymore. except i have been growing lately. you know?
and i still might go for an extended period of time. but i just don’t have the money to move there. maybe i can do a lucrative drug study. maybe something else will come up. i don’t know. so much changes every week.