the wind is blowing so hard, all the trees are bending over and the wind is whistling through the edges of the windows. today i am wearing all black. this is the skirt i wore the first night i spent with him. black lace. donna and i may go to the witches castle today. it's warm outside. he did not come back yesterday, or this morning, and i feel sick, i think from drugs, so i take more drugs (different ones). and drink tea. earl grey. i'm starting to feel better than i did this morning when donna woke me up harshly.
the witches castle in the forest in the hills underneath werewolf bridge.
i'm wearing these really soft knee socks i bought yesterday but i think it's too warm-- 75 degrees, almost summer weather. let's take a walk and drink coffee with honey and read the newspaper.
i'm taking the cure so i can be quiet wherever i want.
donna wants to explore bars for cheap happy hour drinks and get really drunk in public. drinking makes me sick. but i like getting dressed up. she wants to make lists of the things to do instead of doing the things. we have barely started packing. i want one of these boys to come back so they can drive the van to goodwill and we can get rid of all this stuff. i'm afraid to drive the van, it's too tricky.
i keep thinking about this:
jared: we are all spiritual partners.
donna: then why do i take some people as lovers and not others?
jared: fantasy.