It's contagious

Out to Verdugo on Friday and it felt like I was part of an Ink Stains comic. I need to find a way to be in his crew.

When I first arrived at the big temple I used to pass driving home from college, I tensed up feeling like I don't belong. But that was my body talking, my mind felt calm. The next thing I knew is that I was giving incense and I made a prayer to nothing. The longer I stayed the more I realized that it was just a place and it set me completely at ease. A few of us got to know some new friends Tim and Steph and ventured outside and sipped tea through giant straws and ate snacks.

After a day at the temple, a trip to downtown was in store where I yet again crashed another birthday party for another person I do not know. Afterwards JAB and I got more gin and tonics. It helped settle what weirdo things were (and still are) going on in my stomach.

Sunday continued my exhaustion. I still wake up in odd morning hours not feeling tired at all.

Speaking of not sleeping, today was one of those days where I wanted to sleep all morning, but my emergency alarm went off and I couldn't believe that I got that far. If only I could've buried my head in my pillow and tighten my grip on my blanket (no comforters here).

I'm hungry. What am I going to eat tomorrow?