11:15pm: walked to corner gas station to get a pack of cigarettes. planned to have it last me for 3 days or more.
11:45pm: back at apartment complex, smoking a cigarette at a picnic table before planning to head back to apartment to go to sleep.
12:00am: neighbor came out with fixings for drinks, asked me if I’ll be joining them. Decided why the fuck not.
12:30am: learned everyone’s names, started a drinking card game of FUBAR. decided I like these people.
1:00am-5:30am: beer pong (of which my team lost horribly but had great fun), started talking about physics, god, math, and philosophy. ended up talking far into the early morning.
6:00 am: went back home. laid down. got back up. threw up. took shower because kind of cold. decided to stay up until hubby got home from work so we could go get breakfast.
6:30am: still thinking about all the things Nick and I talked about. concluded he was a smart man, and had a strong trajectory towards brilliance. still feel humbled and proud (yes that’s possible) in that Nick declared me brilliant, my mind beautiful, and that I am someone who restores hope in his heart. one of the best discourses I’ve ever had, and I’m happy I went to get cigarettes last night.