Today’s deck is the Mystic Psyche Tarot.
The art in this one is absolutely stunning.
The lack of meds has made a couple of bad habits crop up and so today’s reading is reminding me to keep tabs on those.
I’ve got a dentist appointment today.
If you’ll remember the day I got blackout drunk I missed that appointment. In the meantime, however, a Treat arrived.
Voila!
I think I talked about wanting a toolbox like this earlier? Regardless I got it. It was heavy and tricky to assemble, and I had to help the Kuroneko Yamato guy to unload it but man I’m so happy about it.
It was… not really an impulse purchase. It was made with the spirit and hype of one but I deliberated on it for a few days. And I’ll admit I was kinda concerned about the purchase but now that it arrived I’m just like “holy shit I’ll be able to put all my knives in a single place, and all the tools scattered in the house, and-“.
I finished with enough time so I showered to go to the dentist and maybe go to Idol Horse for a bit. I’m feeling a bit of a social itch.
You know, I remember for the longest time I had this complex about those sorts of places because I was had this complex about not wanting interactions to be motivated just by money, but ages ago it was pointed out to me that even in a shop nobody’s forced to have a chat with you and… dunno, I feel like people have fun chatting with me and I trust my gut feeling quite a bit.
Anyways, those plans didn’t come to pass. You see, by the time I left the house I was like “oh yeah, from this station to the dentist station it’s just like 15 minutes I’ll be there in time”, before remembering that walking to the station is 10 minutes minimum.
It’s not the first time this mixup happens either, calculating time as if I’m already at the station and such.
Oh well, one more reschedule… I’ll go to the bar another day.
I decided instead to spend the day doing chores and cleaning stuff around, especially since the toolbox left way too much cardboard behind.
While doing it and having the mind wander I had a funny breakthrough.
So I’m pondering about going back to Idol Horse tomorrow, remembering what I can remember of first time I went and I muse on how long I was there since the friends I met with arrived at 3PM.
Then it hit me.
The time…
When I go to Evil and other bars it’s always around 5 hours tops. Longest I can think of borders like 6.
5 hours was the break point where my memory stopped the day I blacked out and I likely stayed an extra three hours at least.
If we assume that the thing that makes me blackout is the amount of time I hammer my body with booze rather than the intensity of said booze, it would explain the weird discrepancy between how wasted I was vs the consequences faced.
Much to ponder.