This, as you may have guessed, did not happen.
I have accomplished absolutely nothing. I can feel my brain cells wasting away.
That isn't quite true. I ate dinner. I drank a beer. i ... i ... well that's about it.
I want love like Katchoo and Francine have ... i want the intensity, the relentlessness ... maybe i have it. i can only hope. i want it for the rest of my life.
and if you don't know who katchoo and francine are, you should find out.
maybe i should stop looking to comic book for inspiration.
i finally got around to calling the therapist. I left a message. She's going to call me back tomorrow. It was all rather anticlimactic, really.
except that i still feel like a failure for having to do it.
but i don't know what else to do.
Tomorrow ... i don't quite know what I'm going to do tomorrow, except maybe get up a little earlier than usual and go into OC. Steph told me stories of a fabulous makeup store at south coast plaza, and i think i may go visit if i get down there early enough. My mom wanted me to drive to OC tonight and drop off her truck, but i'm too fucking tired, and i want to sleep in my own bed for a change. I begged off and told her I'd be there tomorrow. I just put $20 worth of gas in that behemoth, anyway ... i want to get some use out of it.
I think I have to take Michael to class tomorrow, at some point.
I did order some stuff for his birthday today, but nothing really special. i don't like giving presents unless its the greatest present ever.