So guess who's alive and still in California still trying to make a buck and come up? Yep. Him. And now, he's texting and messaging me with sob stories of how a certain somebody else (yet another retarded psychopath that shall remain nameless for anonymity purposes) cost him this or that much money because he did this or that. Really motherfucker? How about the almost $300 you cost me to A- support helping us survive on the trip and B- just for me to escape for your lunatic ass and get the fuck home. And now he's trying to garner sympathy or pity from me? HA. Good luck.
Other than that, the last few days have been peaceful *knock on wood.* The big NA convention is this weekend and it kicks off today. My friend A_____ is picking me up at 1:30 and we're due at the Orleans by 2, and then I'm chairing one of the meetings of the marathon meetings at 3 pm. I know I need to push myself and stay there as long as I can today to soak in as much recovery and messages of hope and healing that I can, but I'm sure by 6 or 7 I'll be ready to bounce and head home. Plus there's the rest of the weekend to go so it's not like I have to get "recovered" up completely all in one day. On the side, I have to make sure I monitor my extracurricular activities as well so I'm presentable at the convention and lucid and coherent. So no misbehaving for me this weekend.
Not that much at least.... ;-]
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