I had a HUGE entry written up... and the power flickered and ate it.

Recap:

I don't get to go to XXX.

Boy is a bastard and I hate him.

Angel... yeah. We're dealing with that.

I'm going to end up fucking people over courtesy of her, and myself, and a few other things.

My entire entry got eaten BY THE POWER, because I'd just copied it to paste to a notepad and save it just in case, before I uploaded it.

It hurts to be aroused, and yes, I want to see XXX anyway.

I'm prob'ly going to Pain Management - I told Deb I would.

Life SUCKS.

I want to go break things.

I want to go hurt things.

Instead, I'm going to go wake up a boy and make him suffer for my sins.

Funny how often that happens.

Nearly broke - I'd saved enough to go to the movie at the expense of a bottle of vodka I wanted. I should have gotten the vodka.

In pain - I can't take the sleeping-cramp-meds right now, and alieve is doing jack shit.

Pissed off, because I hate having my chain jerked like this.

And, for no apparent reason, crying.

Tears.

Fuck this.

FUCK THIS ALL.

One last straw in a morning when they've been piling up for several hours, the stuff listed in this entry is maybe a third of what's wrong, and I am TOO GODDAMNED FURIOUS AND ANGRY AND MISERABLE to type another fucking word so it will just have to wait!