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.