Hiking

Today‘s bathing suit is from Towers Swimwear in Colombia. Sorry for the delay today. I was feeling crap, and then I wanted to go for a hike, but it got too late. I went for a mini hike in queens. Then I went to visit my friend Rachel. Her partner is my ex’s twin brother. Yes, it‘s a bit weird. But it’s been a year since he and I broke up, so I think everyone is used to it now. Rachel is with the baby a lot and it‘s fun to visit them. Tomorrow my parents are coming for dinner. I have to clean my apartment and make it look like a depressed person doesn’t live there. not a lot else is going on. I’ve been talking to various healers and trying to motivate myself to do things. Like yoga. I also met with my coach yesterday and decided to work on a solo show. It will be some of the stories here. I’ll tell them all, but hopefully in a way that makes sense, like one thread into another. I pay my coach a lot of money. I guess that’s how coaches work. It makes me want to be a coach. I could tell people what to do with their lives even if I can’t get mine together, right? My sister is still mad at me, but she said we could go to therapy together. I sort of have three therapists right now. I was going to admit myself into a psych ward but now I’m interested in a crisis respite center, which is managed by peers. That seems like it could work out. There’s a month long waiting list, and I need to get my therapist to fax something. I can’t believe people still use fax machines. So archaic. Anyway, the baby keeps saying hi to me. It’s very cute. It’s cute to watch her grow up. I can’t go to her first birthday because her grandmother still hates me after I did drugs with her son. Sucks. I thought she’d be over it by now. But I’m still here. I’m. Still. Here.