I would say last night was good but i can't remember ANYTHING. all i remember was stumbling around recting poetry in the cold..that doesnt even sound like me. i woke up at 6 tonight very very overtired and gross. got up and made myself soup and a matzo. i feel like shit and rob is still sleeping. he's out cold and i'm lonely. i watched bridget jones diary and it made me cry because i'm lame like that. hugh grant is fucking gorgeous. i'm really tired of feeling empty and bored. things could be so much better and they will be. i'm leaving in six days..i'm nowhere close to ready. i need my hair done, new clothes, and tips. i want to stop giving up on everything around me. word of the day? blah. some saturday night.
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