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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December 24
Shortly before bed last night, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror – shirtless. I looked like I was 47 weeks pregnant. This morning was not much of an improvement. I'm ready for Christmas to be over. Well, wait. I want to have a good day tomorrow. Then, I want to grab Tabitha and get the hell back to my own (hotel) room.
Today was kind of odd. Not unexpected, though. I did exactly what I anticipated doing at Aunty Joyce's house. Sit around, and do a whole lot of nothin'! What made today odd, was that I finally sat down to work through some old journal entries – the result of which was me essentially spending the entire day in the past.
From moment I came downstairs for breakfast, I was working on my laptop. By the way, that was around 10:30 a.m. this morning. I swear to God, it was as though the fucking world had ended. Excuse me for being nocturnal, and not wanting to rise at the crack of dawn every day. It's for my family's own benefit, too. The more sleep I get, the less they have to deal with an angry, sleep-deprived demon.
As I said, I spent most of the day working on my computer. This occurred at the kitchen table, in the TV room, and in Ashley's bedroom. I was interrupted numerous times by various people and/or kitchen tasks as requested by Aunty Joyce. There were also multiple iMessage interludes with none other than RX – a character who seems to have made himself a new fixture in my life this holiday season.
RX started things off today. With a short text message, RX was letting me know that one of his nieces had received a Ken Doll for Christmas, and that his sister commented the toy looked like me. Isn't that kind of funny? I realize that I was a part of RX's life for a full year – five years ago – but when you look at it, I really only had a few in-person interactions with his family. That's pretty wild, right? For them to still think of me – even mention me – means I must have made a decent impression.
In a way, I am somewhat flattered. Then again, I also made the ballsy move of buying all of RX's nieces and nephews a gift the first time I met them. I was 21 when I did that. What kind of ridiculous? That's a moment I look back on, which makes me realize that I have always been the most extra person I know. I fucking love it. That was actually so outrageous of me. I bought and delivered ten kids their own personally selected presents. Clearly, the gesture worked. I'm still a household name. RX's sister still messages me multiple times a year. I kind of feel bad for guys who introduce me to their family. When we break up, it means they'll have to hear my name for the rest of their lives.
Communication with RX is nice. I don't feel enraged by his texts this time. Something has changed. There's still a level of sass to RX's messages, which I am fine with. At least he's not being an asshole anymore. RX has been responding to all of my messages. On a few occasions, he's even called me cute, pretty, or has sent things that are generally affectionate. I like it. I can't get too wrapped up in the charm, though. As soon as RX goes back to work, I probably won't hear from him until Easter. Of course, I don't mind the attention right now.
