So glad that it is Friday, so glad that I made it in here on time today. I was praying so hard, outloud, I was sure I was going to be late, and consequently fired, but somehow, by the grace of God, I punched in at exactly 8. I don't think that I have ever run so fast or so hard in my life, or for such a distance, up a hill, to preform such a feat, really like my life depended on it. I also then thought that I was seriously about to die--- my body is simply not meant for such things. But now it has been about an hour, I have moved my car (whose gas light is on), and the burning in the back of my throat and lungs has disipated.

Stayed over at Nick's last night. He said that I had to make sure he got up for work today, which remarkably, I managed to do. Supposed to be staying over there tonight and tomorrow night now, too, since his parents are away--- even though they took the dogs with them and no one really needs to be there, he says that he needs to watch the house.

Anyways, went over there yesterday and brought my tortolini and broccoli and we made dinner, which was very delicious. Watched Cheap Seats and Kitchen Nightmares (the American one on Fox), then headed down to The Wind-up. Met Rob and Laurie and proceeded to have one vodka and diet and four white Russians (they were very small, and not nearly as good as Club Charles', but they were alright.). I imagine it was because of the big dinner that we had that I was downing my drinks so rapidly and in such volume , yet only felt slightly tipsey by the time we left. Slept on the two couches in the livingroom last night, and after I'd gotten up and dressed, and Nick went to do the same, I crawled back where he was, under the blankets, and it was so warm and cozy. Hope he cleans the stuff off of his bed so we can sleep there tonight. He wants to go to The Renaissance Festival with Christina and Cyntia tomorrow, but it is also Hampden Fest, and then Paul Weller in the evening, and either way, not sure how the weather is going to be. I don't relish the thought of driving in D.C. to go to 9:30, and 9:30 Club is your best case for having to drive in D.C..

I am going to go over to Sheppard Pratt today for lunch to see Nick, he said we'll go to the cafeteria. I think I should walk, even though it will be a ways, because I am on E and want to be able to make it to the gas station. I am nearly completely out of money, and have a lot to take care of after work today. Gas and cigs, returning an ill-fitting jacket to Target and picking up a couple of things, then it is Grandparnets' Day on Sunday, so I have to get flowers at Walmart and then swing by the cemetary.

I will be glad to see Nick for lunch and have the weekend, and while I wouldn't want to go overboard with that sort of thing, it was nice of him to suggest us having lunch together since we are now right across the street from eachother. I really hope I can get myself together and look half-way decent, just as an all-encompassing state of being.