four score.

Today my emotions seem clear and unfogged, as it seems they had been quite distorted.
Not much sleep last night. These days, my sleep is an undeniable factor related to my mood.
After finally crawling under the covers at 600am (and crashing), I was woken by a phone call after an intense sleep filled with zombies and adventures through mountain forests... at 11am. An hour to get ready and me and Lauren headed almost two hours out of town to visit my blood relatives for Good Friday.
Good Friday is a meat-less day, according to my elder ones.
Apparently they read "somewhere" (coff..) that they can, however, eat FISH. Because it's not meat (another sarcastic coff..) or anything.
Don't worry, fellow readers! I realize that this is a religious thing for some reason or another. This jesus character must be laughing in his grave. On top of a very large pile of money..

So, the good-friday-family-tradition goes as follows: family travels far. gets together. catches up. all except cj eat fish. cj sits at kitchen-counter and eats peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. family drinks alcohol. family gets sick of each other. family goes their seperate ways until the next family-oriented long weekend.

I jump in a car and squish into the backseat with my lovely lady friend, my smelly dog, and my even smellier nephew. In front are my brother and sister, who need (or "need" in one case) to have the seats as far back as the mechanics under their ass, will allow them.
We happened to pass Jim's new place (tho we'd never been there. we recognized him smoking and his new garage from pictures), and turned around to give him a visit. It must have been a real nice surprise because he was super excited to see us and gave us a tour of his new place. He seemed like tehre was a lot less stress in his life right now and I was happy for him.
And almost started crying.
It seems as tho i am a tad emotional this week.
I didn't cry tho. I choked it back. Off we went to Vassar.
To re-aquaint ourselves with people that we know only a few times a year. Do some very general-based conversation to catch up. Only my family joked mostly about bowel movements and bodily functions this time. It was crude. It was great.
Being as tired as I was, called for quiet conversations on my part.. and slightly anti-social behavior. Thats alright. I showed Lauren around the tiny town.. (the word "town" is an over-statement. 10 houses and hardly forty people?).. and spoiled my dinner with chocolate and chips and candy and beer.

When we left to come back home (same day), I was ready to leave. Brother had to work. And Sister had expelled all her social-family-energy, and started to become irritable. We fought on the way back about who should drive the car, because our dearest bro was exhausted from hardly any sleep.
She practically through a hissy fit when I was chosen as our proud new Driver. Highway between Steinbach and Winnipeg... watch out!

Now here I am. Sitting on my bed and typing this out for your enjoyment, and as a nice memorable re-cap of this friday... I am trying to cope with my previous digestion of way too much sugar and caffeine. Do they have therapy for that? I feel like I have caused myself some psychological trauma from the over-abundance of chocolate inside the walls of my stomach lining.

Tonight I can't wait to cuddle with Lauren in my bed, and discuss the events of the day before and after some delicious bong rips. I made a lot of art today, and maybe we'll do that tonight? That is my favorite thing in the entire world to do. Especially while baked with Lauren.
Sigh.