Saw chiropractor man again today. They're making the attempt to put the curve back into my neck after the stress of saxophone playing and car accidents have caused it to be mainly straight. My lower back is much the same in my lumbar region. The exercise paper they gave me looks like a kama sutra cheat sheet.
Oh if only I was so lucky.
I called Dave last night and I don't know what it is about him. I didn't feel completely sucked back into feeling stuff for him, he was just there. Actually, I'd called at a bad time so there was little to talk about. That felt odd. It's a weird instance where you're trying to fill someone in on the last three months of your life but you can't exactly because a major part of the things you did had to do with said person.
It just doesn't work. He tells me how he's spending nights at a friends house instead of at his own apartment because Jenn still lives with him. Instead of killing her he leaves at night. Now he's looking for a new place. I stop myself from getting so involved 100 miles away and from thinking "Jesus Christ, let me at this bitch." Dave explains the situation as best he can as I suddenly begin to remember how draining it could be to be his girlfriend. I mean, I'm the one that woke up early to fax something out for him. I'm the one who did nice favors in the name of being kind and making things easier. I forgot about all that. We can be successful somethings if I change my mentality about him and want nothing...something he can give me.
