go choke on a biscotti.
I'm off tomorrow, and this makes me very happy. I was going to have to cover Tyrone but he came back from wherever the hell he went.
I bought a book to study for my exam. It looks hard. I haven't done math in years. I fried the hell out of my brain. I'm dumb now. I'm scared.
Jennie's having a hard time right now.. I got her an appointment to see John and Laura and also gave her the number for my therapist. She's seeing her in the morning. She told me her and Mike are going to move out west when the baby's born and I'm welcome to come. I think that's so awesome that she asked. I mean, I have a few things to do here and possibly some time to spend in Virginia before I go out west, but the fact that she asked me to go with them is what makes me happy. I'm a dork.
I'd better get working on my stepwork if I'm determined to stay in Florida until I finish working the steps with Samantha. My lease will end and I'll have to find another apartment (and roommate) in the area, and that will be a pain. It might just happen that way though. And if it does, it does. I have at least four years to get to Colorado. I think California might do me good some time down the road. Who knows. All I know is two things: I'm never going to move to a bible belt anti-difference completely repulican area, and for at least the next six months I'm going to grow where I'm planted.
Amy called me today and apologized profusely for the way she acted last night. It made me feel better.
I've noticed that either everyone is okay for the most part.. or everyone has an emotional breakdown in the same week. I'm having more of a physical breakdown than emotional right now. I feel like ass.
I'm really so freaking glad I'm off work tomorrow. I'm so tired.
I still love my bed.
I bought a book to study for my exam. It looks hard. I haven't done math in years. I fried the hell out of my brain. I'm dumb now. I'm scared.
Jennie's having a hard time right now.. I got her an appointment to see John and Laura and also gave her the number for my therapist. She's seeing her in the morning. She told me her and Mike are going to move out west when the baby's born and I'm welcome to come. I think that's so awesome that she asked. I mean, I have a few things to do here and possibly some time to spend in Virginia before I go out west, but the fact that she asked me to go with them is what makes me happy. I'm a dork.
I'd better get working on my stepwork if I'm determined to stay in Florida until I finish working the steps with Samantha. My lease will end and I'll have to find another apartment (and roommate) in the area, and that will be a pain. It might just happen that way though. And if it does, it does. I have at least four years to get to Colorado. I think California might do me good some time down the road. Who knows. All I know is two things: I'm never going to move to a bible belt anti-difference completely repulican area, and for at least the next six months I'm going to grow where I'm planted.
Amy called me today and apologized profusely for the way she acted last night. It made me feel better.
I've noticed that either everyone is okay for the most part.. or everyone has an emotional breakdown in the same week. I'm having more of a physical breakdown than emotional right now. I feel like ass.
I'm really so freaking glad I'm off work tomorrow. I'm so tired.
I still love my bed.