You know how weird it was for me to log onto frühead.com and see Dave, my ex-boyfriend's name on the birthday list for tomorrow? I remember his 24th birthday get together in Binghamton. That night, I got upset that he was flirting with this other girl right in front of me. Or at least that's how I saw things. That was the first night I'd stayed over the full night with him. It was the first time I'd really shared my bed with someone else. And tomorrow he's turning 26. Damn.Um. I'm in a better mood than I was yesterday, though I'm convinced that from all the hopping I've had to do on the one good leg I have is turning that leg into a bad one. I feel soreness when I stand on it. *sigh* I'm still going to Falcon Ridge. Look for me. I'll be the cute thing on crutches with an attitude.
I got an email from my new roommate. Turns out, she injured her elbow during the final day of orientation. Is July just injury month or something?
Did I miss the memo?
