Journal Entry 1.29.2018

The other day I wrote the year down wrong. Twice in short succession. I fixed the first incorrect date and then proceeded to incorrectly write down the date on a separate space on the same document. It's 2018, and my brain is lingering somewhere in December, probably right before I got on the last flight I took that month. And on that flight, I had free drink coupons, and I forgot to use them because it was a midday flight and I am under the impression that when you drink in the middle of the day you are an alcoholic.

I had an ex boyfriend who used to deliver pizza in Columbus, Ohio, and there was a middle-aged woman in the richest part of town who would order. She ordered the same thing every time: large pepperoni, edge to edge toppings - the Columbus style pizza. And it didn't matter what time of day he'd show up to deliver it, she was always drunk, slurring, with purple crusted lips and a hot young boyfriend. And she'd slap his ass when he walked away from the house, which he thought was very amusing. I guess it was. That woman drank in the middle of the day. She was an alcoholic. And that's what I think of if I have a mimosa with brunch - a crazy wino living in a mansion overlooking the park. And then I think, maybe if I also lived in a mansion overlooking the park I'd drink in the middle of the day too. And then I think I wouldn't because then I'd be an alcoholic, and I'd really rather not be that.

The other day, I was pressing flowers. I have a flower press, and I took them, put them between wax paper, and put them in the press and tightened it as much as I could. I didn't look up how to do it properly, so it made sense when I removed them and the rose petals were blackened like banana peel. They smelled like wet compost, and I smeared them around on the wax paper and they left gooey residue. I should have read the directions first. 

I decided on a whim the other day that I'm going to Europe again this year. I'd thought last year that I will travel less. I will settle down, I will live at home and do home things and be a home person with home stuff. I sat in my house for a week and changed my mind. So I decided to go to Europe because I can, and I don't really see the point of not going to Norway and Poland (places I've long wanted to travel to), and so I will. And that was that. I will also go to Australia in October. Because I can...it feels like reason enough honestly. I don't know what it was, but it suddenly dawned on me that I might not see these things if I do not make it a point to go see them, and if I have the opportunity to do so it would be a bit silly not to. I'm going to find the goat butter (one of my favorite food items ever) and I'm going to consume a lot of it. 

And tonight! I am finishing up the editing on my travel folder! While I watch movies of course. And then ordering books for people at that tier. And also I shipped out prints for those of you who should be expecting them!