06/12/00 (con'td)
I think Megan may be realizing that I'm not kidding around anymore and I'm really afraid she's going to get back on the "Make it Work" train and I'm not sure I want to ride along with her. She did say that she still wants us to go to Florida together, because we deserve it, even if we just go as friends or whatever.
And where, o where, is my Marie? I've tried 6 times in the last 20 minutes to access your diary, dear, but I keep getting just your background. I hope this means that you're updating or something and not that you've been abducted by aliens posing as Lebanese terrorists...
God, my teeth hurt so bad...I think I need to find a doc who will roto-rooter out my sinuses, but God, that sounds so gross. I was told years ago I'd have to have that surgery done, but I've just been pretending I wasn't listening that day...still, it would have to be more pleasant than putting up with this shit. And now since my little rear-ending, my back is starting to hurt, too. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I want to be 19 again. (Wait, no, I don't...okay, maybe, only I want extensive therapy first...)
Actually, what I really want right now is Sudafed and ice cream. I'm thinking that I can start taking excessive amounts of antihistamines to lose weight. That way I won't be hungry AND I'll feel better at the same time. The DayQuil Diet. Who knew?
Okay, I should get home now. It's 4:30 and I definitely want to be home by six so I can...you know...walk the dogs.
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