absinthe

So I thought last night was my last night in the apartment. The boy was supposed to come and keep me company. But he did not, so I was alone and awake all night. The phrase 'did I shave my legs for this' comes to mind.
I cut work for the second day in a row. Its not like I'm one of those people who cuts to go have fun. I just wake up sometimes and theres a voice in my head that says 'I absolutely cannot go to work today' and I spend the afternoon in bed. Its not that I'm really sick, but my lymphodes feel like they're going to explode, and I cant sleep ... but sleep disorders don't count as sickness. I suck.

Remember, I said I thought it was my last night in the apartment. But my tenant backed out today. She was going to come within the hour to get the key and I was going to move the last piece of my life, the precious futon, temple of sex and sleep, back to Katie's house. And she already paid the deposit, and signed the lease, and I'm signed off ... all my shits at my parents house and I was plotting plots to live in a tent in Cat's backyard .... I only have 15 days left before I leave ....
I'm fucked. Fucked Fucked fucked. Fuck fuckity fuckfuck shit.