affy

In college people referred to me as the walking drugstore because I had a medicine for everything. Doctors get prescription happy with me, what can I say? But now, when I have about 2 dozen bruises spanning my back, stomach and arms, a migraine that makes me wince, and barely enough energy to lift my 4.5lb laptop I dont have a single fucking aspirin in the entire apartment.

What.the.fuck....

I went to a concert last night with every intention of letting out all the pent up anger Ive had for the last few months, and I think I accomplished just that. Its nice to feel the pain of it, its better than the lack of feeling I had before.

For that hour and a half when I was jumping and screaming and bouncing off of people I actually felt like I was back home in Chicago, and it felt so good. There was even a Chicago hometown band opening that I know of fairly well, which made things seem normal I guess (although I hate the band for the most part, fucking herion addicts).


I need to get a job asap, because the last of my entertainment here is now gone. I need distractions.