Aug 25, 2004 18:46
please tell me what it is I want to say
The clinic is not as evil .. as it could be.
i don't feel good so ...
now do my problems include
talks with doctors who don't even understand
about food?
Bringing my mom in with Dr. Smith automatically whips out my defence mechanisms. Oh well. Now I'm going to have to "talk" with my mom but only about school and home, eating was never even mentioned. There was about a 45 minute break, just enough for coffe, a smoke and conversation. Luckily I didn't have to walk out on Sharon, I wasn't hounded about meal regularity or protein and shit.
Word.
Did an hour of cardio at the gym before it all, plus increased my meds so everything was getting a little drowsy. Not enough though, after the caffiene, caffiene pills and soup or whatever the hell I ate.
Justin made my night though. Well faeryll too, but Justin gave me the nicest hug. I needed that. Have for quite a while. Barely knowing the kid is great, and still he's as open and caring to me, even more so, than people I've known for a while.
Then we got ripped and watched anime.
Beeeffy. Really, I have to do better things with my time than feeling my ass go numb in the twig furniture. Though I did draw a rockin' picture. And we did get coffee. And that kid came in, Christ, he was more than familiar but it's killing me trying to think of where I've seen him before. Or maybe I haven't even seen him and just know of someone who looks like him. Drama!
My hands still smell like CKone lotion.
Someone please, for the love of all things sacred, make me a mix tape. Or even a mix cd that I can put onto a tape. I will either bake you something delicious or knit you something warm. My car "stereo" will thank you as well.