So today is yet another comatose day. I swear, I can't keep doing this, but I wouldn't want to miss it for the world. Last night we went to Two For Tuesdays. Angel took a picture of us on her digital camera. I'd ike her to email it to me or something. Didn't really get to pour over it as I would have liked. We went to that girl Tyler's squalid apartment after we left Ottobar for a bit. Nick kind of got in an argument with Christina and we both insisted that I drive us home. He didn't stay over, which I would have liked of course, but he did walk me in. I really hated him leaving. He texted me that he got home alright, but I didn't hear it, so when I woke up this morning it was in a panic that he never texted and something happened. I felt bad then that I never said goodnight back or anything. Will do that on my lunch.
Discovered yesterday evening while at ATM that I did NOT infact lose my credit card, only simply misfiled it in a spot in my wallet where it was hidden from view (still out of character for me), so I got it shut off for nothing.
I really wish I had more time. I guess I'll always feel like that. That is one of the reasons why I don't want to finish my fucking hours, on the weekends no less? I feel like I don't know how long I have, with anything, so I don't want to miss out, I don't want to let opportunities pass by. I guess that's not very wise of me, but damn it, I'm tired of doing what other people want me to do. That whole charade was an exercise in doing something for somebody else and I learned I will never do that again.
Tonight is Top Chef. Tomorrow I have been told my Bronze Goose will be flying in.
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