Thursday night, Aug. 19.

We told each other we loved each other.

Been sick with a nasty head/chest cold. Am starting to feel human again. Barely.

Yelled at James today. I finally figured out that I'm avoiding him because I'm furious at him.

Dave has been making a few "move here" comments. Scary that.

It was a one girl, three bar, four drink, one stop back home in the middle night that ended some time near 5 am with me talking to my far away guy on the computer.

I drank lemon vodka tonight and am drunk.

Why oh why do I have to love suicidal people so damn much?

I talked to three ex and one in limbo boyfriends today.

Weird day.

Fucking clouds.

My bad joke of the day - meteor showers rock.

The Perseids will be here tomorrow.

Time conversion thingy.

If I was the praying type I'd be saying one right now. I hope Dave gets his son back.

I'm so glad that James called me rather than killing himself.