Got some bloodwork done this morning. Doc seemed pretty concerned about some symptoms I've been having lately (aside from the almost comical scabies thing). Of course the sunrises so damn late I got to see it and begged my mom to pull over in one of the "we built this new suburb for the rich Massholes who will move here and destroy this region's integrity" neighborhoods for this sunrise:

You see that, they don't even have powerlines! They're underground! Fancy schmancy.

Last night I made poor decisions. Not like pre-most recent IEA poor, but like "went to an AA meeting, ran into someone I knew who invited me to a show last night, went to his house, he drank quite a bit of tequila and smoked a joint (I think he's forced to go to AA), insisted on driving and I let him and yeah I got in the truck because he was being pretty aggressive about driving himself to this show, then at the freakin' show some dude was handing out pills like candy.

I think I'm going to do and go wherever the hell my case manager tells me to go/wherever she can get me in. I'm never turning down a bed again, I'm never hanging out with other people I know drink/use or are in early recovery again, and I'm never going out to any shows where if I use my ******* noggin I'll know there will be a lot of drinking/drugging.

I know someone who has really strictass boundaries that I hate but need right now who will take me in for 1-3 days at a time so I'll try and get in touch with him if my case manager doesn't have a place for me when I talk to her on Monday.