Long time since i posted my occurances. I still feel bad. Throat acts as though it is on fire every time i swallow. I actually pull back expecting the pain. I’ve even been known to slam my fist down on a few tables/counter/walls at the pain while letting out an exasperated “FUCK”. All this is irrelevant.

I’m tired of talking about how bad i feel. Mary’s happy movers came by today. They were early. They were not supposed to be here till tomorrow. Where will little David lay his head tonight. They ransacked the place. took everything… i felt abused…

I am joking.. they did take everything though. I feel like me and Mary did break up and i’m trying to piece together what i have left. I have a bed….. i have two tables…. a computer… a chair… woo hoo i’m set.

now where did i put those sheets for my bed… i used to have a lot of things but i threw them away i believe. I was an idiot. I thought i wouldn’t need them again.

anyway i’m staying at mom and dad’s for tonight. Hopefully dad will drive my bed up to my apartment for friday. hopefully….

i want to sleep in my apartment tomorrow night…

at least till i’m evicted…