Furnace and Wine

I went to bed later than expected last night, because I talked to Amanda for the first time in a long while. It seems she's made it a bit further in the search for life's futility than I, if there's anything fruitful in that search. I woke up late as a result, around eleven. I ate the last of the chili, mixed with some rice. I took a 5-htp, and ate a banana. I hung out with Mike until around three o'clock, then went home where my mum had made a fire. I made some noodle soup for lunch. Father Daniel wasn't coming over, instead we were going to meet him at the church. At church I took down a curtain, and picked up some trash outside. We ended up eating a late falafel lunch there, and left around six. Time sink.

Once home I went and hung out with Mike for a bit more, until I got a call from my brother asking me to go to the Hills with him. We bought some croissants, a loaf of French bread, and some donuts. At home we had some pastas for dinner with the bread, and all sat at the table together. My dad called and he said hello to us all. I drank some plum wine after dinner, and took another 5-htp. Our furnace isn't working, and so a furnace guy came over late and took a look. He thinks it might be broken, because he could smell CO when it tried to light. I'm sipping a glass of red wine, and am happy I can do so. It will be a cold night, and Monster will spend it outside since she won't come in. Tomorrow will be sunny and warm, I wonder what I should do.

Last year, today, was a very bad day. The culmination of a week of doubts, of lost hope, of stale work. It felt like the joke of the day was on me. The next day met my eyes with jubilation. I doubt such luck will befall me again. It's been a year of hoping; it's been a year of insanity.