  Coffee at noon on a Tuesday. I began reading The Inferno last night at a bar where I had exactly two drinks before heading back home (so responsible).
I think the best plan today is to continue down the same road and catch up with my reading. Lay low and work on my screenplay, take a nap if the mood strikes me, pay some bills. Maybe get out and go to the gym if Im feeling up to it, but certainly not forcing myself to. Tuxedo cat on the desk, always trying to ooze through obstacles I put in his way to prevent him from blocking the monitor.
So now hes batting around the mouse, interested in anything he can move around. You know, mark called me this morning, and Im not sure what to do about it. He tends to have drugs lying around his house, and Im just no good at saying no some days. Its one thing to not have the want to go out and find it; thats easy to maintain. But when people are doing it right in front of you, thats a different ordeal altogether. Doing any drugs just screams for a breakdown on my part.
I have a hard enough time coming down off of my own self-generated highs. Again, reason not to leave the house. Going out for a pint can lead to coming back to his house to get high. Timeline time: it was two years ago last week that I set sail for Italy. Two years ago today I bet I was full of hope and optimism that my stay would work out and change me forever. Right on one account. It was four years ago last month that I bid my final goodbye to Claudia. Yet I still dream about her as vividly as if I just saw her last week. Its all still so fresh in my mind.
And its been five years since Ive done any meth. 5 years! You can lump hallucinogens in there too. You couldnt pay me enough to make me take acid again. Good to keep my eye on the past to mark my progress. Time to make a little today by getting into the shower and taking a look at what I want to get done today. 
