buys candy, just
in case.
It’s been a little over three weeks since Trey
and I were together, and I can’t get him
out of my mind. At work, at home, amidst
Thanksgiving preparations, he’s all I can
think about. Well, Trey and ice. Every
morning before work, I get high.
Every day after work before I go
home, I get high. Not too high, just
maintenance high. I’m at the point
where that’s enough to stay semisane,
but not so much that I can’t eat.
A little.
Sleep.
A little.
I know I’ve got to sleep a lot soon.
Suffer the crash-and-burn. Come down
all the way. But with a fabulous stash
within easy reach, I don’t know how to
make myself do that. I’ve heard after
a while your body will just shut down,
speed or no speed. I’m almost looking
forward to that. Today is Thanksgiving.
I’ve got to work, so Mom is planning
the feast for after four. Turkey and all
the trimmings.
Ugh! How
will I do
that?