I don't know what to do with myself today.
I am so bored. Ugh. Sick of checking Facebook every five minutes. That thing has already lost its luster.
I could go to lunch but don't feel like standing in line at Chipotle for half of my life.
I could go to Barnes and Noble to buy the book I want but I don't feel like spending more time in my car than I have to.
Why is it that when I'm scared out of my mind I think of Mark. Why. God why. Notice the period. No quesion mark. I don't REALLY want to know the answers. I had a dream about him on Monday. Him and bees stinging me all over.
I feel out of whack this week - primarily because of my lack of sleep and iron. Wednesday night was awful, only three and half hours of sleep after than fucking tornado bullshit. Anxiety so bad that I threw up. Pathetic, I know.
Fuck it. I'm going to the gas station. Even this is boring.
