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I'm back and better than ever.
Last night Matt took me out, and we hit a bunch of the bars that I haven't been to since I left Gentry. I actually had a really great time. But the reason I say I'm back and better is that all kinds of people came up to me, wanting to know where I've been, how I am, etc. And, generally, caring. It was kind of surprising. And really nice. It makes me feel, um, liked. Which is really pretty cool.
In a sadder situation though, the night before last, Phillip took me out. We wound up getting in this huge fight because he was being over-drunk and dramatic and started crying on the train over some homeless person. We started screaming at each other over stupid shit about class and money and that neither of us can understand the other one's position. It was pretty crass and I hate that I feel the way I do about people with money, but you know what - it's still my opinion and I'm entitled to it, just as he is. Anyway, I hate to say it, but I think we've reached a fork and we're going two different directions. It's sad, but it happens. Either way, it's good to at least know where we stand in terms of each other.
I'm definetely looking forward to going home this week. I need some family time and not-here time. And some relax time. I'm wound up pretty tight.
I am still in toothache hell - the kind where you want to take a chisel and smash it out yourself - but I'm getting the hang of how to avoid the worst of the pain without ODing on tylenol. My body really doesn't like this though. It's definetely an infection thing, I've got the symptoms. Here's hopin that Santa comes early and he brings me a dentist. Until then, I'm just going to have to deal.
Last night Matt took me out, and we hit a bunch of the bars that I haven't been to since I left Gentry. I actually had a really great time. But the reason I say I'm back and better is that all kinds of people came up to me, wanting to know where I've been, how I am, etc. And, generally, caring. It was kind of surprising. And really nice. It makes me feel, um, liked. Which is really pretty cool.
In a sadder situation though, the night before last, Phillip took me out. We wound up getting in this huge fight because he was being over-drunk and dramatic and started crying on the train over some homeless person. We started screaming at each other over stupid shit about class and money and that neither of us can understand the other one's position. It was pretty crass and I hate that I feel the way I do about people with money, but you know what - it's still my opinion and I'm entitled to it, just as he is. Anyway, I hate to say it, but I think we've reached a fork and we're going two different directions. It's sad, but it happens. Either way, it's good to at least know where we stand in terms of each other.
I'm definetely looking forward to going home this week. I need some family time and not-here time. And some relax time. I'm wound up pretty tight.
I am still in toothache hell - the kind where you want to take a chisel and smash it out yourself - but I'm getting the hang of how to avoid the worst of the pain without ODing on tylenol. My body really doesn't like this though. It's definetely an infection thing, I've got the symptoms. Here's hopin that Santa comes early and he brings me a dentist. Until then, I'm just going to have to deal.
