Something good happened. The Rock and Roll Lawyer came back. Men seem to find me way more attractive after I call them assholes and yell at them. I don’t know why that is.
But we went out last night to dinner, and we had a great time. He’s been texting, and it’s kind of nice. I really needed that. I needed to go out and be treated like a girl.
And it’s getting hot, and he has a pool. Total score.
I started taking my medication the other day. I’ve been good about taking it for a few days. I don’t know how much better I am feeling, but I’m taking them.
I decided I can’t go to the hospital. I don’t want to have to stay there, so I do this, and maybe I go to urgent care when my BP is back under control to get everything else taken care of.
I still need the AC fixed, and I haven’t started cleaning yet.
The Rock and Roll Lawyer thing has put me back in a better mood. That’s kind of pathetic. But it’s just nice to have someone to talk to and time away from thinking about shit and obsessing.
Though I get to going down an IP address rabbit hole. Can’t kick this one. 199 Main Street. Hmmm. Just hmmm.
Add comment
Comments