April 22, 2001
What's in the attic?
I got about twelve hours of sleep lastnite, but none of them were very happy hours. I really am not happy with the new medication.
Erika took me to a mall, then we ran into Priya. Then we all went to a bar and proceeded to get into a drinking game. I wasn't looking forward to it because I knew I had to win. I have a very strong competitive streak with Priya and I was convinced I would not fail. The problem was that I was already nausated and hadn't even entered a smoky atmosphere yet. Luckily, somehow we left after Priya got drunk, but before my turn. (This is most likely the result of me watching MSNBC's "Spring Break: Parental Advisory Warning," and being pretty amused/repulsed.)
I took enrollments for summer classes, and ending up begging teachers to teach more classes.
I was cleaning up beside my bed, taking the empty Diet Coke cans away, when I noticed that there was orange juice in one of them. I tried really hard to remember when I might have done that and if it would be okay to put it back in the refrigerator and drink it later. I decided that was not a good idea. I had three spray bottles, and I mixed up the liquids for some reason. This comes up later.
He (for the sake of mystery, I'm not saying who) came back. He said that he got an email from T and was inspired to tell his side of the story. I had no idea what he was talking about, other than vague ideas. He took a spray bottle of a liquid and started misting my walls; it was a red liquid he didn't expect, he thought it would be plain water. I told him it was Cherry 409. When he sprayed the walls, they would become mostly pink with pale lavender boxes, rectangles, and circles. He didn't really talk much, but he did discover a way into the attic from my old bedroom. He spent most of his time doing that. I replaced the batteries in the flashlight for him as he climbed into my ceiling. I could see a bunch of lightswitches and things and I urged him not to do anything that would make everyone else know he was here. After digging through boxes of things, discovering all sorts of toys and collectibles of mine from elementary school, he stared at me. Then he just smirked, climbed down, and proceeded to ask me to whisper something to him. Well, it was all an elaborate scheme to get me to kiss him by the electrical outlet under the window (where my Sesame Street Nightlight was placed when I was a wee baba). I instantly wondered about what I would tell Matt: then I figured that my visitor would be gone soon and nothing would really come of it. He left a business card, which just had his name on it and no contact information, which didn't help me at all since I already knew that. He told me he didn't want me to know his email address because he liked to remain elusive. Then he disappeared into the ceiling. Caryn was in the room and she said, "Well, he said you two were back together." I looked at her and said, "He never said we were together before, and I doubt he did it this time either." She agreed and said that he didn't tell her anything. I said, "I bet he didn't even say he was back because it would have taken admitting he was gone before, and he wants to pretend that he never knew me. He likes to waltz in and out of my life." I asked Caryn if we could do some investigating, and she said that we had eight free passes to the FBI database at monster.com. I didn't think it was worth using up one of those. Later, I was in a car with him and I chastized him for not being very hospitable, then he let me lean against him. We were on the left side of the car in a backseat (there was another guy on the right side of me). I don't know who was driving, but it was rainy and dark. (Two potentially psychic moments: an interpretation. I ended up watching part of American Psycho (the business cards) and my roof leaked when a rainstorm came through (the attic/spray bottles). So there's some interpretation for you...)
There was a large, black, mean dog on my bed who kept trying to bite off my fingers. He thought it was a game and I couldn't convince him that he was really hurting me.