Hi, I'm Kurt. A binge-drinking, pill-popping disco diva with a heart of platinum and an appetite for self-destruction.
Welcome to Sleepless Solitude: The True-Life Journals of a Xanax'd Millennial (Part 2 of 2).
Adapted from a collection of nightly...
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July 11
Woke up without any problem this morning. I realize that such a declaration is an unnecessary introduction to a journal entry. However, given the fact that I have been continually waking up in sweat-soaked sheets for the past week and often hitting the snooze button for an hour or more, this morning was a vast improvement. Today was also the first day of me ditching The Clubhouse's food plan, which meant that I needed to take the time to have a proper breakfast at home so that I wouldn't be chowing down on croissants come 11 a.m.
A very successful morning. Lunch made, dishes washed, breakfast, and a quick morning workout. My body is fucked up after being in the sun for so long yesterday, though. I am very burnt. Shit. Red is not my color. My face is also a mess. I look like a decaying version of Tan Mom. I'm very dried out. Very ashy. Note to self: don't let your broken toe get bitten by a horsefly, take a Benadryl, and then fall asleep in the sun.
I got to work a few minutes early, which was a rarity in itself. As far as workdays go, today was pretty great. If I'm going to work the front desk, I am happy to do it on a Monday. The Clubhouse is a ghost town on Mondays. If there are any members roaming around, they're regulars who don't require much attention. Today was an easy day. I spent a lot of time on the internet before I left at 4 p.m.
My estranged cousin Colin is in town visiting this week from New Hampshire. He reached out to me via Facebook Messenger this afternoon, and wanted to meet up for dinner tonight. I responded to Colin's message right away, but didn't hear back from him after that. I figured I would just start walking home from The Clubhouse after my shift. I made it far as the Eaton Centre, hoping the whole time that Colin wasn't going to get back to me, or that he would bail on our dinner date. I don't like to cancel plans, but I certainly don't mind when others do. Then, it becomes an easy out for me. Unless it's a romantic plan. In that case, I'm fucking pissed.
Anyway, I had made it all the way to the mall, at which point I received a message from Colin. He was doing some shopping near Kensington Market, and was ready to eat whenever. Damn it. I was tired! My original plan was for us to eat somewhere closer to the Witch Cave, but I decided that I would just meet Colin in Kensington Market, and we would go to Otto's Berlin Döner. If I'm going to meet someone for food, I want it to be at a place I enjoy. I walked to Otto's Berlin Döner, arrived ten pounds lighter because of all the sweat that had poured out of my chest, legs, and back, and Colin was waiting for me outside.
It was very strange seeing Colin again. Apart from today's encounter, I'd only seen Colin once in the past 10 to 15 years. We're first cousins, too. It's so odd how my relationship with Colin and his brother Shane differs from any relationship on Mom's side of the family.
However strange it might have been, it was also very nice to see Colin. It was a bit of a trip to see so many similarities between us. I mean, we do share a bloodline after all. To avoid any awkward moments of silence, our meeting was mostly me asking Colin a thousand questions. This was likely why I had finished my meal before Colin had taken a second bite of his sandwich.
