Tuesday, October 25, 2005

I don't mind fall - I just wish the fucking weather would make up it's mind - it's playing hell with my sinus'.

Thursday night I went out - 95 WILL Rock - a Local radio station - was doing a live feed from the Pit. It was packed! I ran into my buddy Ed, just before last call we left the Pit and went to the Lights. The Lights is open an hour later than the Pit. We had a couple more beers there, after we left, he caused me to do something that - well - I'm quite frankly ashamed to admit...
He caused me to...eat a double cheeseburger...at 2:00 a.m.!!!!!! I am so fucking weak! Oh it started out innocently enough, he asked me to take him to McDonalds before I dropped him off. I told him it wouldn't be a problem, we pull up to the drive up, he asks if I want any thing. Before I could stop my self, I order a double cheese burger from the dollar menu. I tell myself, I'll save, I'll eat it for lunch. I drop him off at his place. I pull around the corner, pull over, and devour the cheeseburger. I feel so weak, so cheap, so easy. I don't want to go home, I can't face myself. I go over and visit my ex-boyfriend Rob instead. I drink a beer and get laid (3 times). When I wake up I am feeling much better about myself, after all, it was only a fucking cheeseburger.

Friday night my roommate Hope and I went out to the lights. We ran into Ed and his new squeeze. I like this one, she's a keeper. I really hope things work out between them. We all drank a bit, did some dancing, Hope and the New girl both sang. It was fun for all. I went to the Pit for awhile. Then it was back to Robs.

Saturday was a lazy day - slept in late. Robe came over. We watched movies all day, he stayed the night.

Sunday I took him home. We were cooking brunch when I get a call the Hope had been in a car accident. I left his place and ended up spending 8 and 1/2 house in the emergency room with her. She is fine, but does have 8 stiches in her head and a totaled car. Her daugher and I took turns on concussion watch overnight and Monday.

Today I went to see Dr. Bubblehead. She started me on Prozac. Depression always gets worse this time of year and I have been having some trouble with it. So lets see how I'm going to react to this.
I need to run now, need to put gas in the car and pick Hope up from work. Then I need food.

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 1:51 PM

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