i feel logey.
the weekend came out of nowhere and was fucking amazing. after work, i went back to aaron's and spent an hour being together -- i'm discovering that that's what we do best -- and then went home around 4 and ate half an eighth of shrooms.
vroom.
joanna decided it would be the best idea ever to walk to gasworks, which is about a fifteen minute walk from our apartment in normal circumstances.
this was a bad idea.
but we're at the top of the big zigzag hill in gasworks, sitting in puddles, freezing and laughing our asses off. the fungi started setting in. let the epiphanies begin:
joanna decided that we're all so characterizable. so i asked her how. and she said, "AH! THAT'S JUST LIKE YOU! you always want to hear about yourself!" true, so what? "uh...i dunno." but michelle is the mother, joanna's the uptight studious one, and i'm the rebel.
i like being the rebel.
so we decide we need to walk back, but just as we hit the trail joanna decides she can't move. she'll keep insisting she can't move for the next four hours. she spent a good twenty minutes staring at brick. michelle starts freaking out and insisting we need to leave RIGHT. NOW. i keep saying that joanna's FINE, michelle just needs to CALM DOWN, let her ENJOY this.
i really don't feel like typing about all this. but i'm going to keep typing because I Am Bored. so eventually, michelle takes off and joanna and i begin our journey back to the apartment. we stop every few seconds to stare at all the Weird Shit and everytime someone passes i say, "be cool for a sec," and we straighten up and stare at bushes. and then i'd say "ok" and we'd go back into weirdgigglyoohoohoo mood.
we stopped to stare at worm for a long time. that's when the real hallucinagions began. i was walking on gingerbread men again. the worm was glowing. the ground was moving. oh yes. i was tripping.
joanna decided she should have a cigarette, and the only way i could get her to walk was by holding the cigarette a few inches from her face and walking backwards. so that was interesting.
a few steps after we had left the worm, this guy came running towards us and, ahhh, it was michelle's friend eric! he totally came to rescue us!
not that we needed rescuing, but michelle was worried because we were taking so long.
so we end up at eric's house and i was feeling ok, except everyone's face had weird wrinkles that were wriggling and everyone's hair was moving like millions of little tiny worms, and everything was hologram-y, and all of a sudden i'm sitting on the floor with my knees up by my chest rocking back and forth. and all of a sudden i'm rolling around on the bed telling everyone how Not Fun this is, Why do i do this to myself, Ah Make It Stop, Help Me, I'm Asking For Help.
this, of course, after joanna went on and on and about great it is that i'm ok by myself. she doesn't have to worry about me because i can take care of myself.
michelle walked me back to our apartment and left to get joanna and i spent who knows how long wandering around talking really loudly to myself and trying to focus on anything except the thousands of thoughts shooting through my over-drugged head.
it was like, if i could have focused on one thought at a time, dealt with it, and put it away and then dealt with the next thought, i would have been fine, but this always happens when i shroom: the thoughts in my head just keep going and going and won't stop and i don't know what i'm thinking about because every thought i've ever had in my life is at the tip of my brain simultaneously.
anyway.
eventually, joanna came home, and we went into the bathroom and i took a bath and we talked and talked and talked and we couldn't leave because michelle's friends were in the apartment and i didn't want to deal with them so we spent three years talking and doing makeup and blah.
eventually i felt sober enough to leave, so i drove to aaron's, watched an episode of sex and the city, and fell asleep.
the major epiphanies had were: joanna is uptight and needs to lighten up (joanna), joanna doesn't judge me (me), the intensity of hallucinations is directly proportionate to how open your mind is to them (all of us), we HAVE to move to the tropics (joanna), joanna and i cannot live together (both of us...except then we wondered why we can't live together...see, it's totally just me), we should all just get naked and not care (joanna...she had her pants unbuttoned and unzipped and we had to physically restrain her from exposing herself...hrm...)....i lost my train of thought.
still feel logey. it's 3pm now. am tired and blurry and fuzzly and my shoulders hurt and i'm bleeding where i'm not supposed to be for another few days. sigh.
quickly, what happened yesterday, as my brain is slowly but surely dissolving: i went to breakfast with aaron and his coworkers at the 5 point at 8am sunday morning, which was nice. we slept for a few hours and then went and bought burritos and grapes and cookies and raspberries and jones soda and went to a beach on lake union and had a picnic. we meandered over to the dog park and let damian run rampant for a little bit. and then we came home and watched a little bit of how to marry a millionaire and feel asleep and then 4am rolled around when my phone rang.
"hello?" sez i.
"is this morgan?" sez someone.
"yes""this is tony from washington mutual. you were late, so you don't need to come into work anymore.
"excuse me?"
"you'll have to seek employment elsewhere."
"i'm sorry, who is this?"
"tony from lake city."
"and why are you calling me?"
"you need to find somewhere else to work."
"what is your position with washington mutual"
"um."
"why are you calling me at 4am on a monday morning to tell me this?"
"it's monday? i thought it was saturday."
click.
really. fucking. weird. and i didn't dream it, because aaron woke up.
am SO FUCKING SUPER PISSY. AH.