Drunken ramblings.
I'm back from my night out with Chris. It was just the kind of thing I needed to curb my depression. I'm feeling pretty good now, though headachy and talkative.
Tomorrow is valentine's day and Matty is getting my engagement ring made up for me! I really can't wait to see it. I can't wait to wear it even more, but that's a while off still. Valentine's day always makes me very happy but at the same time it makes me feel horrendously, indescribably depressed. I've never shared a valentine's day with anybody before, not in person. I was kind of hoping 2008 would be the year.
I feel the need to do something special for Matthew, but I'm wracking my brain trying to figure out what. There's only a limited amount of things I can do for him while we are separated. Problems with my salary mean I'm kind of broke now, too.
Anyway, night out with Chris. I love nights out with my good buddy, fourteen years of friendship make extremely good company. I've noticed in myself a kind of puppy-like hyperactivity whenever I go out with him, though. I must just be extremely attention starved and crave human contact. My normal days consist of only three people; my mother, my caree, and Matthew. It can't be healthy.
And I'd sell my soul to the devil just to get this stupid embassy letter in the mail. Waiting for it is exhausting. I can barely take it anymore.
Tomorrow is valentine's day and Matty is getting my engagement ring made up for me! I really can't wait to see it. I can't wait to wear it even more, but that's a while off still. Valentine's day always makes me very happy but at the same time it makes me feel horrendously, indescribably depressed. I've never shared a valentine's day with anybody before, not in person. I was kind of hoping 2008 would be the year.
I feel the need to do something special for Matthew, but I'm wracking my brain trying to figure out what. There's only a limited amount of things I can do for him while we are separated. Problems with my salary mean I'm kind of broke now, too.
Anyway, night out with Chris. I love nights out with my good buddy, fourteen years of friendship make extremely good company. I've noticed in myself a kind of puppy-like hyperactivity whenever I go out with him, though. I must just be extremely attention starved and crave human contact. My normal days consist of only three people; my mother, my caree, and Matthew. It can't be healthy.
And I'd sell my soul to the devil just to get this stupid embassy letter in the mail. Waiting for it is exhausting. I can barely take it anymore.