San Antonio, TX
Wednesday April 23, 2003
Hmm, it's already Wednesday and I just woke up. Let me see if I can remember what happened the rest of the day yesterday. Yesterday I spent all day sending out my ideas. I searched the member directory for "bipolar" and messaged people asking them:
"Would you care for some interesting, free non-fiction from someone who has been misdiagnosed as bipolar?"
Almost everybody told me yes and I sent them my story. I logged a lot of IM's. Forty two to be exact. I had many interesting conversations and logged them all.
Okay, the time is nine oh one in the morning right now. I am trying to organize my journal entries. I went in the San Antonio chat room and asked if someone could give me a live journal site. Star told me to hold on, but never gave me one. I searched Google for "live journal" and came across http://www.geekaustin.com. They have a place you can submit stories and I'm going to show them my California story. I wonder if I'll get a reply.
Wow! It's ten twenty nine now. My friend Tobin just called. He told me he was working at some place where they are building a golf course. He told me that unfortunately he couldn't stop the construction of the course, but that he was able to snag some native wood and stuff. He tells me he has a walking stick for me! I asked Tobin if it was light. He said it was still green, but would lighten up as time went on. How badass. What perfect timing. Now, I am glad I procrastinated about going over to that guy in Parkwood. I was going to go earlier, but I have to wait until eleven to one for the plumber.
Now that I am going to get a walking stick from Tobin I can spend the twenty five dollars I got from my mom on some marijuana! Ha! This will be the second time my mom has been the source of money for weed. Haha! I asked Tobin if it was at least five feet. He told me it was more like nine, that he was going to leave the length up to me. He also said he did some cool knots on it. This way, my mom will be more likely to believe it was from the walking stick dude, and not question me about the money. To the victor go the spoils once more. :]
Oh my god. It's twelve twelve and my friend Tobin just came over. The walking stick is so awesome. He just cut it today. It's damn perfect. He wrapped some string around the stick that I can use as a handle. Tobin also gave me a Swiss army knife. The stick was way big and he tied these little red flyers on it because it was sticking out of his pickup truck. Using the saw on the knife I sawed the stick right at armpit level which is how long a walking stick should be. Guess what else Tobin brought for me. He had scored an ounce of marijuana and he gave me half. He let me give him only twenty bucks for it, too. I have some bus fare now. Wow, see how everything falls into place for me? If I hadn't procrastinated this morning and caught the bus, I would have never been home when Tobin called. I would have gone to the walking stick guy's house and given him all my money. I wouldn't of had any to score some weed with.
Tobin works for a geologist and I just love hanging out with him. I learn plenty from him. I am grateful for having met him coincidentally at Planet K a while back. Oh yeah, Tobin wears these wrist weights and he had an extra pair in his truck that he gave me. So now, I can get an even better workout walking around. I'm going to be buff. Tobin even gave me a taco. I like Tobin.
1:30pm I got ready, put some weed in a plastic baggie and stashed the rest in the cabinet where my mom keeps the sewing supplies and junk. I put it way up top, sure she would never look there. I grabbed my badass brand new walking stick and walked the ten minutes to the elementary school. I had left kind of early and I just realized I had enough cash to buy some cigarettes.
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