EDIT:
Look how tired/sick I am.
Today I woke up around 5:00. I'm reading Middlesex... it was on my bed and I knocked it off in my sleep and it broke a glass on the floor. I cleaned up the glass while I was half asleep and cut up my hands. Hot. I should have taken pictures. Bloody murder. Maybe I'll break the rest of the glass.
I went to Rockville looking for the Regal Theater because Asherzig had tickets for a free movie and we wanted to see Napolean Dynamite. I drove around for about an hour looking for it, and when we finally found it, we realized you had to pay to park in the lot, and it wasn't even playing. So... we decided on the standard wine/sushi/sex deal instead.
I took some Ultracet, came home, and layed in bed for about 4 hours... listening to Pedro The Lion's "Control" on repeat. It makes me really sad because of what was going on with me and Chris and all the meaning I assigned to all those songs. But maybe I just look for excuses to cry too much.
Katy's moving to Rhode Island tomorrow. I'm going over to help her pack. I'm almost finished her notebook/journal/scrapbook. She's coming back for her birthday on the 17th and staying with me. I think I'm gonna take her shopping in Georgetown as a gift. I miss her already and she hasn't even left.
Ultracet makes me ramble way too much.
Look how tired/sick I am.
Today I woke up around 5:00. I'm reading Middlesex... it was on my bed and I knocked it off in my sleep and it broke a glass on the floor. I cleaned up the glass while I was half asleep and cut up my hands. Hot. I should have taken pictures. Bloody murder. Maybe I'll break the rest of the glass.
I went to Rockville looking for the Regal Theater because Asherzig had tickets for a free movie and we wanted to see Napolean Dynamite. I drove around for about an hour looking for it, and when we finally found it, we realized you had to pay to park in the lot, and it wasn't even playing. So... we decided on the standard wine/sushi/sex deal instead.
I took some Ultracet, came home, and layed in bed for about 4 hours... listening to Pedro The Lion's "Control" on repeat. It makes me really sad because of what was going on with me and Chris and all the meaning I assigned to all those songs. But maybe I just look for excuses to cry too much.
Katy's moving to Rhode Island tomorrow. I'm going over to help her pack. I'm almost finished her notebook/journal/scrapbook. She's coming back for her birthday on the 17th and staying with me. I think I'm gonna take her shopping in Georgetown as a gift. I miss her already and she hasn't even left.
Ultracet makes me ramble way too much.