it’s only been a couple of night, really, since I last drank. but it feels like a week, or rather it feels like 7 days. it hasn’t been like this before. I think I mixed the pills with booze in a slightly improper way. I’ve had dry mouth and drooling since Friday, when I took 2 pills. I guess that’s not that long. Not even a full 3-day detox, not that I think I needed that. Just that I was dangerously dizzy on Friday, nearly falling flat and having no sense of control over whether I did or not. But the sudden lack of booze is like a hunger, and I’ve slept so badly I can hardly believe I’m coherent. I’m taking all the supplements they gave me at the hospital, and the dizziness is mostly gone, but I think I felt a little of it today. I think the season and lack of sun plays into this, too. BP is perfect.
I went out walking last night around midnight, after a midnight cheeseburger at this place, the ghetto coffee shop. The one kid here seems to treat me more respectfully since he saw me ordering food and not just drinking small cups of coffee and sitting here typing for an hour at a time. He doesn’t know I order from here a lot, I guess, or else I was just imagining his attitude.
I got a couple of toys in the mail, though they turn out to be pretty amazing toys, especially for the price. A couple of sets of binaural headphones and mics, which record and monitor 3D audio, as it’s called. it’s not just stereo. It’s directional. A truck passes and you hear it approach from the left and you hear its noise fade as it disappears to the right. Doppler effect for all. That’s my next thing in sound, though I fear it will be gimmicky to most.
Thinking again about that strange encounter yesterday morning. Doorbuzzer rings. I’m expecting a couple of packages so I get up an let the person in. Looking through the opening in the door I see someone who does not appear to be UPS or USPS, just a well-dressed dude. Through the door I say “Please just leave it here”, thinking he might still be a delivery guy even though he didn’t look like one. He responded something like “You don’t speak French by any chance, do you?” I said “No.” He said “OK, thanks, enjoy the rest of your day.”
What the fuck was that? He was not delivery, as no package was left at the door and from what I could see he was not wearing any kind of UPS or DHL uniform. (An expected package did arrive much later in the day). So who was that and what did he want? A French lesson? I was not ready to answer as I was naked but had he pressed that point and said a signature was required I would have sized him up more closely through the spy hole and probably left the door locked.
