Wednesday Night Writhing
The pain in my back is so severe, it’s keeping me from falling asleep. I’m certainly tired enough. It’s late enough. And I work early enough to want to be in bed right now, but just the inhalation and exhalation of breaths has me writhing in pain.
And now the anxiety found an opportunity to set in...
Dreading work tomorrow. For once it’s not because it’s, you know, work. Tomorrow brings a different kind of dread, the kind that comes when a “friend” is unnecessarily annoyed with you for skipping a concert with them. Dreading the cold shoulder. Like the last time she didn’t approve of a life choice I made. What’s the big deal anyway? I skipped driving to Miami with them to see Drake. I still lost out on $100 for a ticket. I still lost out on $30 for Sandra’s portion of the ticket (We all pitched in and bought hers). I still lost out on $63 for a hotel I didn’t sleep at, making their portions cheaper. They have no idea I only have about $100 to live off until we get paid on the 23rd. As much as I want a roommate to lighten my financial burden, roommates aren’t my thing. The last time I had a roommate, she stole my boyfriend. I vowed to never live with someone again after that. I swore to myself that I’d only live with a romantic counterpart.
I really should give this sleep thing another try. It’s not as if I’m going to solve all of my life’s problems in one LiveJournal entry. My five o’clock alarm is going to go off sooner than I would like.
And now the anxiety found an opportunity to set in...
Dreading work tomorrow. For once it’s not because it’s, you know, work. Tomorrow brings a different kind of dread, the kind that comes when a “friend” is unnecessarily annoyed with you for skipping a concert with them. Dreading the cold shoulder. Like the last time she didn’t approve of a life choice I made. What’s the big deal anyway? I skipped driving to Miami with them to see Drake. I still lost out on $100 for a ticket. I still lost out on $30 for Sandra’s portion of the ticket (We all pitched in and bought hers). I still lost out on $63 for a hotel I didn’t sleep at, making their portions cheaper. They have no idea I only have about $100 to live off until we get paid on the 23rd. As much as I want a roommate to lighten my financial burden, roommates aren’t my thing. The last time I had a roommate, she stole my boyfriend. I vowed to never live with someone again after that. I swore to myself that I’d only live with a romantic counterpart.
I really should give this sleep thing another try. It’s not as if I’m going to solve all of my life’s problems in one LiveJournal entry. My five o’clock alarm is going to go off sooner than I would like.