So anyway, we attempted to go shoe shopping, but I was too picky to find any sandals that were pretty AND comfortable enough to walk 10 miles across the city. But I did get a lovely dress on sale at Naked City, Donna got a sparkly red headband, and we had fun trying on overpriced items at Nordstroms and walking around downtown, and having lunch at an Italian place.

She went home and I took the MAX and the streetcar to NW to purchase some acid from a friend. I got 20 hits since I usually do 5 at a time, so that's enough for a few trips, whether I do them alone or share with someone. I think acid is healing and whenever I do it, I notice a marked improvement in my life... so maybe sometime in the next few days I'll just do it by myself since Donna is too busy with plans to visit her family.

Waiting for the 20 to go back down Burnside, someone drove by and yelled "I love you!" Why does this happen to me? It was too dark and they were going too fast to even see me at all. I like that I live on Burnside now so I am only one busride away from Powell's...

I've been asking around and I don't think I should have too much trouble finding a job. Ashley even said I could name-drop her at the Fresh Pot, though I'm not sure if that will work...

Anyway, I'm happy that I got to see some friends today and I wasn't totally miserable; I kept busy and took a lot of buses and public transit which always makes me happy. And I'm finally doing my laundry! And I swept my room! You don't even want to know how dirty the clothes were that I've been wearing lately. Like, the same orange tank top, 30 days in a row. That might be a world record.

When I was really upset on Monday, I made plans to go stay with Brian for a few days in Corvallis, but at this point it seems unnecessary... but I think I'll still go down there, just for a little vacation. Donna leaves Saturday for her homeland, for 10 days, so maybe I'll go south for the weekend so I'm not too lonely while she's gone.

Brian didn't do anything to make me nervous last time I saw him, and now he's withdrawn off all the benzos he was taking so he seems a lot more sane over the phone, (but he's still taking lithium and prozac)... says he realizes that I just don't want to be with him... but that he cares about me and wants to help if he can. Am I using him? I don't know. I asked him, and he said he didn't care, that if it would cheer me up to spend a few days out of Portland being entertained by him and his weird friends, that he was totally fine with me coming...

On the bus on the ride home, I read one of the poems from the "Poetry in Motion" series -- in Portland they print poetry on buses so you have something to read while you're sitting there. Anyway, this was the poem:

I believe in myself slowly
It takes all the doubt I've got
It takes my wonder