July 26, 2002 :: 6:16 p.m.
if only my salvation lay waiting in a slice of pie
I'm going to dinner with Amanda and this Brian boy in a bit, so this will be short, but I wanted to write anyway. Because being away from my beloved diaryland box for more than 10 hours at a time gives me hives.
My stomach hurts. I look like shit. I've changed my clothes about 15 times today, attempting to find something that doesn't make me look like a frickin' swine, but as of yet I've been unsuccessful. Adam and I went out to lunch earlier, and then hung out here for a while. I'm afraid I wasn't much fun, and I feel terrible about it. I just slipped into this awful mood... I don't know. I have no real explanation for my behavior, I suppose. I'm not depressed, per se, or angry or even particularly upset. Just blah, in the strongest sense of the word. It sucks.
I work tomorrow. Joy and rapture. I stopped by Joe's to give him his birthday present, but no one was home. I left it in its little bag, between the screen door and the actual door. It was crack, of course. Crack in the form of Shakira's MTV UnPlugged DVD, which is the deadliest variety out there.
Argh. Well, I need to go root through my closet again and dig up something wearable. Adios.
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