I helped teach junkies how to paint on Saturday and I'm going to do it by myself this weekend. Much complaining was offered about how their thing that has no objectively correct appearance didn't look right. We're probably going to do a sunset this weekend which is ridiculously easy as far as paintings go but I'm still expecting a lot of bitching. And interestingly, everyone thinks everyone's painting looks great except their own. People are silly things.

My ex contacted me on Friday. I would have ignored her but she sent me a David Foster Wallace quote about suicide that I've always liked. So that's a good introduction if you want your interlocutor to be worried. She did apologize for the way she treated me. Which is un expected and uncharacteristic and a bit worrisome on its own. I was still mad at her since I had just reminded myself of the time she came home from the bar early because I wasn't answering the phone and was pissed at me for not making dinner. Instead of being concerned that I wasn't answering the phone a week after a suicide attempt. A little bitterness is helping me not be depressed. Anyway, I shot a few barbs at her about how she treated me and how her ex husband is a fat piece of shit but overall I tried to show that I was concerned and let her know that you can be upset with someone for a long time and not hate them or wish to never speak to them again. I still don't know what the fuck her deal is and I question her motives for contacting me. But my therapist said I did a good job of establishing clear boundaries. And it was only a little depressing later to speak with my ex. Happy Valentine's Day!