180th day sober. Yesterday and last night, not only did I sift through all those pills and pretty largely sort out the decongestants Ken wanted from the other stuff like other pills, "medicinal" packets of malted milk balls, band-aids and so on, but I also did a lot of other sifting and sorting.
Not least of which was assembling 124 connectors with other bits that go with the connectors so I had assemblies that were all the same. And taking some parts - close to 200 of them - and putting them into better storage boxes than the falling-apart box they came in. And in the end of all this, I listed a bunch of this stuff on Ebay.
So I knew I was not going to get much sleep, and it was a nice surprise that I actually woke up in time to leave for downtown with plenty of time to stop at the little free libraries and drop off a bag of apple, a bag of oranges, 3 small bags of rice, and pick up some neat books. I got "Political Economy" by A. Leontiev, a basic text for anyone who wants to call themselves a Marxist, and a William Burroughs I'd never heard of called Wild Boys. If it's as good as Junky I'll be pretty happy.
The thing with Junky by Burroughs is, he could have been writing about bus drivers and it would be as interesting. It's the writing itself that's excellent. If I could write like that ... Well, if I could write like that, still no one would read what I write but I'd be fairly happy. In fact I'd not mind writing some stuff and getting an ISBN number for it and publishing it just so I could say I've written a book. It used to be one could make money, even a living, this way but that's all gone now. Everyone writes for free these days. Still, as hobbies go it's not terribly expensive.
Things went fine at the bank, I did some shopping at Dai Thanh and Nijiya, and even gathered a little bag of juniper berries for Ken. The ones I gave him a while back were a hit. He just soaked them in vodka. I think these will be better as they're more ripe. I suppose I could take some myself, soak them in some sort of alcohol and evaporate the alcohol, then use to flavor fizzy water as a drink or to put in tonic water for a gin-and-tonic flavored drink. That's all a lot of work, though. I'd rather just pick some berries for Ken and have the fun of wondering when I'll get yelled at for picking the berries. The house the bushes are in front of always seems to have someone hanging out talking on their phone or with each other. Maybe they figure having the berries picked is a benefit, as at times the berries get so heavy it makes parts of the bushes sag down and then the bushes look weird.
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