jungian weekend?

As I write this, I am finally feeling 100% after spending yesterday and Saturday recovering from Friday. I went out with my older sister Melissa. We had Thai food and then headed to a bar for drinks. On our way there, an old friend of mine, *P* who I dated years ago in New York and who happens to live a few blocks away from me now, was driving past and stopped us. He said he'd join us at the bar we were going to. Then he asked us to get into the car so we could drive with him by the bar so he'd know where it was. He wanted to go home first to change into some better clothes. He was playing music to show us his cool Mp3 player and he just happened to play Lazy by David Byrne, remixed by Xpress 2 (I think that's their name.) Anyway, it was coincidental because I am obsessed with David Byrne, and to have randomly run into *P* that night and to have him play a Byrne song was just too funny. And, at the moment he first saw us on the street, I was just about to tell my sister something about Carl Jung, who proposed the idea of synchronicity . . . so things were strangely in alignment that night! Anyway, we had fun at that bar (The Sitting Room) where I had two martinis, and then we went to Mirbeau where I had one, maybe two more martinis. Before I knew it, I was completely smashed. *P* was convinced someone slipped me a drug cause he'd never seen someone so messed up. Ugh. I think it was just that I had way too much to drink, not enough to eat all day, and not enough sleep. So, I'd really worn myself out and abused my body. I had to pay for it by missing work the next day, and feeling ashamed and embarrassed, as well as feeling queasy all day and night, as well as most of yesterday. Ugh! I finally had a bit of an appetite last night when *P* took me out to dinner. Even today, I haven't had much of an appetite, but at least I am able to eat. Anyway, I left out a lot of details, but that's alright. I don't think anyone is going to read this but me, so I don't care.

Today is Sybil's 32nd birthday. Just over a month ago her family was planning her funeral when the doctors said there was no way she could pull through with her liver not functioning. Well, she did it, and she's here to celebrate another birthday! I am hoping the plans for her birthday dinner are still on for tonight though because she left me a message Thursday saying she would be in the hospital over the weekend so the doctors could monitor her graft (sp?) vs. host disease. This isn't uncommon for people who've undergone a stem cell transplant, but they do need to make sure it doesn't get out of hand. I am sure she'll be alright, she's a fighter! She's had three rounds of chemo and two stem cell transplants, a little g v. h isn't gonna do much to her now, is it?

Well, I do need to head out so I can get her a little gift. I am looking forward to writing again as it does seem to help me organize my thoughts. I tend to go back and forth between writing in my paper journal and this online thing. Either way, I like it.