I've been superbusy.My parents came up yesterday. I miss my father. My parents are the one reason I wish I was home. Sometimes, I wish they would relocate to Albany and make themselves something new up here. But then I remember how this city is becoming part of the life I'm creating for myself apart from them, like all children do.
I was up until 3am last night after forgetting to take my antidepressant four hours earlier. Couldn't figure out why the fuck I was up so late until my eyes opened at the thought that maybe I was forgetting something.
On the bright side, I was reintroduced to Sports Night starring Peter Krause. I love that man. I love watching that man at 3am. What better way could I spend my time?
That reminds me. I haven't divulged much about my night with M. I slept with him. It was fun. It may happen again. I'm happy with myself for being able to do this and discover a new side to myself.
It's always nice to discover something new you're capable of. And he's not being an asshole to me, which I am happy about. I feel sexy and secure.
It's lonely here. Lydia's coming over in a few and I wanted to post this before I forgot for the third time. I've skipped work tonight because I couldn't sit in front of a computer for three hours. I missed her and I'm glad she's coming over because I need to connect with my friends again.
Don't we all?
