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there is no better feeling in the world than finishing laundry.well it's not better than sex.there are always exceptions.made raviolis while i was waiting for my clothes to dry,fought with jon about "jealousy" and that turned into the end of the world, just like all of our other fights.i need to go tanning.but not yet.tonight i'm making dinner.steak and rice.bought everything with my family this morning + grandma, who all showed up at my door last night supprising the shit out of me.and now i have a tub full of cooking stuff.i can't wait.then afterwards i'm baking cookies.maybe i'll have time now to read more psychology,finish my wall,and paint the outside of this room for real.still sick.just like, my nose hurts.halls kind of helps though.everyone is sick though.
there's this feeling..of being sober..that you'r not accomplihing much when you are,and it's bugging the shit out of me.this isn't me and i don't want to be like this.i'll be home soon.but for what?? more fights.more hangups.if i'm going home to that - there's just no use.i'm ruining everything.thats meeeeeee.
p.s.
seminar "food pyramid" project due tues.!
shit.
there's this feeling..of being sober..that you'r not accomplihing much when you are,and it's bugging the shit out of me.this isn't me and i don't want to be like this.i'll be home soon.but for what?? more fights.more hangups.if i'm going home to that - there's just no use.i'm ruining everything.thats meeeeeee.
p.s.
seminar "food pyramid" project due tues.!
shit.