Saturday, September 23, 2006

Wednesday night I did get rid of all my Star Trek dvd cases, which I don't regret at all. Thursday I cleaned. I was supposed to see Jeremy that night, but didn't. I was supposed to hang out with new friends Michael & Ben, and did so; had a good time getting to know them, which was a bright spot in a rather bleak week. I'm glad something went right...this week has sucked; it's just been one thing after another, and another...

Friday I worked with Bryan, DJ & Bobby. At least for awhile. My stomach was rebelling, and there were moments where it was terrible, and then it would pass, and I'd be fine. I decided to tough it out, as I was enjoying being at work, and seeing everybody, but on my break it got really bad, and I went home. I was supposed to go to Necto that night to see some friends, but I cancelled. Mark was having a poker game, but so many peeps cancelled that it was just Mark, Mollie & Carrie, so I joined them. I came in 2nd place, and won $5.00, though I don't really enjoy the game.

Mollie & Carrie left after the game, though it was only about 11pm. I felt a lot better, and figured I should go to the bar, as I felt like I deserved some fun. I got shaved and showered and dressed, and got to the bar around 12:30am. I saw Keevan (it was/is his birthday), Will, Garrett, James, Adam & his friends, Jeremy, Anthony, Becky, Travis, Steven, Douglas, Leon, Frank Lee & Josh Lee ;-0) Plus a bunch of other people... And while I didn't get to spend a lot of time with everyone, I did have a good time.

I talked to Steven the most. He was pretty drunk, and I was worried about him. He was talking to me about some pretty important stuff, and so I payed extra close attention to him. I saw things. I heared things. I did things. Some of it was dramatic, but not overly so, and I managed to not let anything bring me down, so it was good. Later, near closing time, Steve was freaking out about people being fake, so I took him out of the bar, got gas in the nearly empty gas tank of the car, and brought him over to the condo to show him where I live. We were still talking, which was nice, but I wished he'd been sober. Doug called him, as he was extra worried about him, because he didn't know me, and doesn't know Ann Arbor that well, so I told them we'd meet up with them sooner, rather than later. It was all good.

After the bar, I came home, and read for a bit. I read my mail, and sent some. My stomach started bothering me again, and I took a bath. The pain in my gut is the one constant in my life lately, and I'm so sick of this shit. Why haven't they let me know what's going on inside me? This is horrible. I can't stress enough how horrible I feel on a regular basis now, and I just keep trying to smile, and make it through, and... I'm getting tired fast.

I slept well today, which is one nice thing. My dreams have been oddly disturbing or erotic, or both. I've been reading today, which I've been wanting to do. I have less than 80 pages in one of my books. I'd like to get some writing done soon; I have so much to say about so many people in my life... Maybe later tonight?

We'll see...

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