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Had an uneventful weekend. Went to Nick's and literally did nothing. We laid in bed, watched TV, and slept. His brother came over for awhile and they fucked around on XBox and I slept some more. The end.

I just called to see how he's doing (he's trying to be all Mr. Fix-it around his house, and he goes insane when things don't work out the right way) and guess what, he's going insane and is in an awful mood. So I told him to feel better and blah blah and that I'd talk to him later.

In the meantime, I just got back from interview/court shopping, which consisted of buying girly clothes that under no circumstance would I wear elsewhere. I mean I got a girly little skirt, and a frilly little blouse and sweater, and a white button up/wrap top thing and some black pants. AND HEELS.

People, especially people that have met me likeGarbage, know that I hate being out of gym clothes, jeans, sweaters, and basically anything comfortable. This is HUGE for me. Thank god for the gay guy working at Charlotte Russe who put my outfits together for me, or I'd be up shit creek.

The only positive thing out of all of this is that the skirt is magically a size 3 and it fits, and that if Nick lets me stay at his house tomorrow so I can meet up with my defender on Tuesday morning then he'll get to laugh his ass off at me.

In the meantime, I sound like a dying elephant (my voice is THAT bad) and I need to study and prepare for my 2 interviews tomorrow:

11am Resp. Therapist School
6:30 pm Day Spa Interview

Also on the vagina for tomorrow:

-call various doctors and such to get proof for public defender that I am going sober, on meds, and getting intense therapy.
-study some more.
-do laundry AGAIN.
-relax and try to get well as my aerobics classes start this coming weekend. jesus god, moo & cough.

Tell me how your weekend went.


P.S. Rayna just called me, I may have a couple new clients lined up in the next week. Woohoo!