I feel tired and wonky. After the rabies ordeal, I only slept 4 or 5 hours and not soundly. So yesterday I was in a fog. I slept hard last night for 9 hours. J. and I went to see Lives of Others this afternoon. I loved it; J. didn't.
Tonight I may go out to the Chain Drive for a beer or two. I haven't been there in a couple months, since before I met Z, and I miss it. I miss being stoned and beer-buzzed in a dark bar full of horny men listening to loud music and trying to pick each other up. Why does it feel like cheating? On the other hand, maybe I want to go out to prove to myself that just because I've been seeing one man for several weeks doesn't mean I am attached.