Twists. And knots. Ugh. Very nervous lately and last night I downed the rest of my bismuth before bed. My tummy was distended and blessing me with the kind of "issue" that leaves one doubled over in pain. My mom knows something is wrong and I promised I'd call her after House MD (we both watch) but instead I took 2 Klonopin and went back and from from bed to toilet until I could finally drift off. Not to mention the headache that had me eating motrin then tylenol and still pounding as if from inside. I dozed off with said headache but today was not so bad. My nose won't stop running but I took some Claritin and a single V as I am out and David (my source) is heading to Vegas and forgot that I might NEED some. I'm sure he just overlooked it. Must have been an honest mistake. Nice guy.
But- the good news is that I got an "atta boy" from my boss! This whole hard work thing is kind of fun. Makes me feel better about the calls from Comcast and GMAC regarding past due payments. And that pesky note/eviction notice on the door of my shitty apartment? No big deal, right? I can come up with the rest of April's rent in 7 days even though I don't get paid again til the 18th? Hmmm... Time to return that guy's call that wanted me to do "adult erotic photos"...
Nice- a dinner with David turned into a fight bc I started a trend of animal photos being shown to the bartender and he was sick of the "Courtney Show" and me being an ungrateful bitch. Thanks. The night ended in tears and him dragging his suitcase out of here( I was going to take him to and fro the airport) and basically telling me that I'm just a terrible person. I have cried and I am so sick of men hating me for everything except the warm, wet hole that gets their dick wet. Good night, cruel world. I know this will pass.
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