queen Laura-Marie

I bought a chair rated to 500lb.  It’s a queen’s chair, a throne!  I always sat in a camping chair and thought I’d break it.  But this one is sturdy and wide.

I told my skinny friend R, he could sit on my lap, and the chair would be fine.  That I could be Santa.  Ho ho ho.

Last night was the party, the two year anniversary of the radical mental health collective.  We had good music.  My friend gave me a feather.  I was dancing.

Today I have a hangover.  Too bad I don’t drink.  A social hangover, I guess.

Toward the end of the party, I told a story about how it’s okay to lose your dream, because there will always be more dreams.  And that we can live many lives, in our one life.  It was a hopeful story.