I've got $20 left of the $50 Caleb left here - $30 got me three good-sized meals of Indian food and so far I've managed to hang onto the rest by reminding myself that I do NOT want to end up having to go into the ER and not be able to afford cab fare back. It annoys me that I actually have to keep things like that in mind. I'm being VERY tempted to walk to the little minimart nearby and buy a couple packs of wine coolers; won't, though. I've been avoiding alcohol quite well lately and I don't quite feel miserable enough to do something which would make me even MORE miserable just to get something I can make at home (I've got carbonated soda, vodka, and fruit juice). Meh.

Now if my stomach will just STOP CRAMPING, life will be good.

Who wants to live forever...

There's a point between anger and apathy and that's where I think I finally am. You know I want obedience, you know I want contact, you know I want... peace? Happiness? At the very least contentment.

"Who Wants To Live Forever" is playing on winamp radio. I'm about to go take a nap, and a shower, and my antibiotics. I'm wondering, just a bit, if you're thinking of me. *shrug*