Weirdness
Is not drinking or doing drugs. So long has it been a part of what I do that I feel weird w/o it. Unfortunately, it appears to be the best course of action. I have been fufilling that void thus far with food, which is no good, but luckily that food appears to be going to two good places (as well a few bad). It will work itself out. Sick in the head sucks. Losing your makeup bag sucks. Along with being fat & pale and not hearing back from the guy out of your circle who doesn't know ALL THOSE THINGS about you and lets you keep your new rocks on. I will however wake up early and tan & work out & make money and hopefully one of the other lovely (or not so lovely) ladies picked up my makeup seeing as I spent $200+ replacing a few necessities. I consider high end makeup a necessity. Along w/ my nightly Xanax & Stella Artois. One beer a night for sleeping purposes isn't partying my ass off. Things will get better. I'll get back to the gym (I have been going, I just beat myself w/ the guilt stick if I don't at least attend every other day), I'll get a new job, & my new rocks will be back in Baltimore. And my bills will get paid, oh yes, they will get paid.