A happy Ash Wednesday to my Catholic followers. Though I left the church a long time ago, my family remains deeply Catholic, so a small nod of the head is usually warranted this time of year.
Lent isn’t something I observe passionately, but being as I just got back from spring break in Chicago high out of my mind and shaking for the whole 5 hour train ride, I’m considering giving up being a moron for 40 days and nights this time around.
I’ve only just stopped vomiting a few hours ago, and the ride home was a small dizzy, hazy Suboxone hell. My boyfriend and I decided that would be a fun way to kill time. Even though I know his system is much different than mine (that devil man could be shot with ten elephant tranquilizers and still go dancing into the sunset), I still went ahead with it.
After all, following three days of debauchery in Chicago (went to the Art Institute high on shrooms and paid a drunken visit to the aquarium, among other things), I figured why not top it off with a substance I’d never tried before for the long ride home.
My purpose of this, I suppose, is just a personal note not to ever touch that shit again as I can actually feel the illness in my brain versus a mild physical discomfort. Buhh. The purpose of this is certainly not to gross out my followers either, but I feel it’s worth noting that while the bathroom was occupied by someone nearly every time I became sick (naturally), I had no choice but to fill two ziploc baggies with watery stomach acid vomit and hide them in my purse until I could throw them away.
So I guess this is also the story of how I also go to bed early on spring break for the first time ever.
I think I will just have tea and go antique/record/comic book store exploring tomorrow.
Enrique Simonet - Head of Jesus - 1890
Preliminary study of Jesus image for the painting Flevit super illam.
Denis Forkas, “Monstrous Goat Cauldron”, charcoal and pastels on paper (2012)