Guys are bastards. That's it, I'm remaining single and celibate for the rest of my life. No more dating.

This week is going to suck at work. I'm going to be all tired and cranky (hah, as if that's a change).

I'm going to start looking into getting derm abrasion this week. I have to call up my old dermatologist in Vermont to get a referral - I'll get one for Boston and try for one in Quebec as well. Hopefully the people in Quebec will be able to give me an approximate cost without my having to go up there for a consult. It's going to be fucking expensive, though, no matter what. It would be awesome if I could save a couple thousand by going to Canada. I can't have it done until January, but what a fantastic birthday present - a face that doesn't look hideous! It's been so long since I didn't have these scars, I don't even remember what it feels like to look in the mirror without disgust.

I know, self-pity is stupid and unappealing, but I'm in a stupid and unappealing mood right now.

Oh, yeah, and I've been dreaming again. I hate it and I want it to stop.