cherries

by chee rabbits

British Summer Time

Week 15, '23

A person should always seek to remove more pain from this world than they introduce. I broke that rule last week being selfish, so now I'm back to drinking nothing stronger than buttermilk.

Spent the week watching Gilmore Girls and thinking about my friends. I also started making a piece of music that I'm pretty pleased with so far. I'll attach a demo of it to this post.

field disturbance

On Friday night i dressed up in my cutest cherry jumper and red patchwork dress and went out to Fox & Firkin to meet some friends I haven't seen in a while. I was sober, drinking water. They were on MDMA. They were very friendly and complimentary about my cherry outfit. I met some people I hadn't met before, and they were exceedingly lovely too.

On Saturday I spent the whole day curled up on the sofa playing video games and watching TV. A lovely way to spend a day. Unfortunately at the end of the day I decided it would be a good idea to order myself a pizza. I did not enjoy the pizza, and it spiked my blood sugar a crazy amount. On Sunday I quite, quite foolishly compounded the problem by adding tacos to my body. The tacos were delicious. Really good.

For some completely unknown reason I'd agreed to attend a drum circle in the woods on Sunday night. I'd stayed up incredibly late, woken up early, drank a cup of coffee and then had an unintentional nap. I woke up late. I'd already worn my cutest outfit on Friday, and all my other clothes were dirty. I picked a new outfit and threw it into the machine. I jumped in the shower. I started getting my face ready. Beck Avery text me to ask if I wanted to meet her at a bar right next to the drum circle. This was around the time the high blood sugar started to become a problem. There I am, fuzzy headed, half-naked, face done, hair up, bra on, sitting on the floor in front of the washing machine watching it spin spin spin like the hands of the clock and my feet and hands are tingling with peripheral neuropathy.

Eventually I made it out the door (though my outfit was incomplete because i messed up and didn't put my pink velour sweatpants in there). I took a bus that went all the way from here to there. It's a cute place, never been there before. I met Becky Avery and we had a fun chat, though my eyes and brain were boiling in their own sugar and I was getting very shivery and fluish. I had to cancel on the drum circle, but I waited on a wall until the people I had promised I'd attend showed up so i could tell them i love them and say hello and goodbye.

It's unlikely i'll be able to work tomorrow, i'm cooking all my organs into a hot sweet goulash. I'll need to do some very fast exercise and take some kind of medication that can lower the blood sugar and reduce pain. Así es la vida.