Sunday, July 10, 2011
It is 10:00am and I am just waking up. I am a pre-dawn riser. I am floopy. I have been floopy for days. I do not know what is floopinating me!
I had several texts on my phone this morning from people in my fellowship telling me about a woman who was found dead this morning from an overdose. I can not place her in my memory. More than one person has told me that she often spoke about me and the long conversation we had at last years convention and that I talked her into service work. They tell me she was on fire for the newcomer and her death has been a shock to them. I'm saying this because we never know how powerful the language is when one addict talks with another. I wish I could remember her.
Damn I hate this floopy feeling. I feel like a visitor in my own life today.....and I don't much care for the life I'm visiting and would like to go home.