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Friday Jen called me to take her to the emergency room. Us people with no medical insurance get sent down to the scary hospitals in downtown LA. So the majority of my night was spent in a filthy waiting room with cracked out homeless people watching Spanish television. They wouldn't let me know Jen's status, or how long she would be, so I couldn't really leave. I didn't want to leave her there, it's a scary place and I'm a most awesome friend. I wandered the empty halls, near the Psych ER, it reminded me of Session 9. I wanted to take pictures but I was scared of some tweaker freaking out and attacking me, or reviewing said pictures and seeing ghosts in them. I sat in the cafeteria. I read Flaunt and Jane cover to cover, at least twice. I talked to a few drunks. And I made stories about every person, and there reason for being in there with me. We got out at 2:30 am, Vicodin in hand. Got lost on the way home, but had girl talks about everything that's going on. I had to go home and clean my room because I knew the maintenance guys would be in there in the morning.
3 hours of sleep, and then I'm to do a photoshoot. Get to the studio, and Jen calls to help her do her film shoot. So from one shoot to the next, I'm delirious. The shoot was at Monroe's, right next to the Pacific Design Center, so I parked there. There's a sign saying "Parking is free for all Lexus owners." I don't know what that's about, but who's to complain? I didn't have cash and was going to have to ask them for a Promise to Pay stub. I'm blessed.
After the longest day ever, I still managed to go grocery shopping and buy a turkey. When I got home, I sat on the bed and didn't wake up til 10 on Sunday. I made the turkey and took it over to Jen's and we had Thanksgiving dinner for Easter. She's broken, and we both miss home.
I'm really really homesick. I cried alot yesterday. I think it may be hormones. But I really really miss my family. Even my brother. I'm planning on going home the 22nd, to see Victor dance, and the Fighting Jacks play.
Maybe I'm just bored. I hate my television. I've been painting alot. Smoking, and drinking even more. How artsy, maybe even a little angsty. HA. Not really, it's just how I relieve boredom. Abel's novelty has worn off. He was fun the first couple of weeks. He's never home now, but that's a good thing because maybe I won't miss him as much when he leaves. I doubt it, sometimes I miss the kid when he's in the other room. It may also be this stupid job. Hi, it took me and hour and 45 to get to work this morning. I was falling asleep. But Howard Stern played Pat O'Briens dirty talk tapes, hot. Sometimes it takes me 2 hours to get home. And then I sit here... what do I do? Not much, but sit here. I'm on the UCLA campus. I should go explore, but I fear getting lost. I don't know what I need to do to make myself happy anymore. I really don't know where I want to be. The Bay Area? LA? NYC? Since my med insurance ran out in October, I'm running low. I don't know where I'm going to get my next refill and if I don't what's going to happen. I know I shouldn't really on prescription meds to make me happy, but they help. Ew... I AM ANGSTY. Disneyland anyone?
3 hours of sleep, and then I'm to do a photoshoot. Get to the studio, and Jen calls to help her do her film shoot. So from one shoot to the next, I'm delirious. The shoot was at Monroe's, right next to the Pacific Design Center, so I parked there. There's a sign saying "Parking is free for all Lexus owners." I don't know what that's about, but who's to complain? I didn't have cash and was going to have to ask them for a Promise to Pay stub. I'm blessed.
After the longest day ever, I still managed to go grocery shopping and buy a turkey. When I got home, I sat on the bed and didn't wake up til 10 on Sunday. I made the turkey and took it over to Jen's and we had Thanksgiving dinner for Easter. She's broken, and we both miss home.
I'm really really homesick. I cried alot yesterday. I think it may be hormones. But I really really miss my family. Even my brother. I'm planning on going home the 22nd, to see Victor dance, and the Fighting Jacks play.
Maybe I'm just bored. I hate my television. I've been painting alot. Smoking, and drinking even more. How artsy, maybe even a little angsty. HA. Not really, it's just how I relieve boredom. Abel's novelty has worn off. He was fun the first couple of weeks. He's never home now, but that's a good thing because maybe I won't miss him as much when he leaves. I doubt it, sometimes I miss the kid when he's in the other room. It may also be this stupid job. Hi, it took me and hour and 45 to get to work this morning. I was falling asleep. But Howard Stern played Pat O'Briens dirty talk tapes, hot. Sometimes it takes me 2 hours to get home. And then I sit here... what do I do? Not much, but sit here. I'm on the UCLA campus. I should go explore, but I fear getting lost. I don't know what I need to do to make myself happy anymore. I really don't know where I want to be. The Bay Area? LA? NYC? Since my med insurance ran out in October, I'm running low. I don't know where I'm going to get my next refill and if I don't what's going to happen. I know I shouldn't really on prescription meds to make me happy, but they help. Ew... I AM ANGSTY. Disneyland anyone?