It's my birthday tomorrow.

[jafsica]

So, happiness, assholes!

Love,
jaf

I'm kind of hungry. And confused. Not sure why though.

I will be okay.

I see a psychiatrist tomorrow, to try to get things more squared away with my mental health. I was supposed to go yesterday but had it in my mind that it was today, so I called and apologized. And they can get me in tomorrow.
I suck. I've been so scatter brained this summer.

I'm going to quit one of my jobs. Because my manager sucks.

I like my fish. They are fun.

I haven't been sleeping well. I've also started almost every sentence here with "I." Go, me!

Anyone planning on getting me drunk tomorrow?
Good luck.

fuck y'all,
jaf

P.S. I love and miss my mom. And Cathy. She's so beautiful. Two nights in a row she's been in my dreams.