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I'm getting royally tired of being in enough pain that sex isn't practical. It's been YEARS since I've managed to get laid often enough for a full week+. Yes, it's driving me nuts.
Caleb and I will be heading up to Portland soon; we should be arriving there veryveryvery early (around 1:00 am) on the 3rd, I believe. It's going to be incredibly good to get back, to see people... I miss Portland, I miss Ryan, I miss my friends, I miss decent coffee, I miss the LACK of insanely over-tanned and bleach-blonde women with bodies designed by plastic surgeons and insane fitness experts. I also miss that whole lack-of-pain thing and will be getting my meds refilled while I'm up there; I should get the vicodin refilled just in time for my period. Yay. *wry grin*
After the round of insomnia-induced outpouring of a night or two ago (depending on how you view time and when you read this), I really don't have much else to say, other than the fact that I want potato chips and pickles. I think I shall have to go nuke the leftover fries. Salt and potato goodness.
Oh, and there're still Boston Markets down here, and I'm looking forward to getting to eat at one in the near-ish future; ditto Popeye's. Lots of chicken and gravy and biscuit and cornbread and beanish goodness. *poing* Now I'm craving chicken, dammit. Three hours of sleep and I wake up to intense pain and chicken cravings. Someone shoot me?
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