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[Apr. 11th, 2008|02:12 pm] |
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What the hell am I going to do? I can't get a fucking lead on a job anywhere. I've been out of work for two fucking weeks and I'm down to fourty five dollars in my hand, thirty in the bank. I'm tired of walking all over the damn place - I want my fucking car back!! I managed to skip breakfast but of course when I went out 'job hunting' I stopped and did shit I dont want to do anymore. Then I come home and Grandma forces a small plate of pasta down my throat and I'm pissed at myself for not telling her I ate while I was out so I could avoid said pasta. I'm frustrated right now, obviously. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2008|08:35 pm] |
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| | Flyleaf - Fully Alive | ] |
Well I'm in a better mood. (Partly, though, because I figured out that I've been more irritable lately because I havent been taking my meds on a consistant basis) Thanks to happy pills. Dad decided it would be nice to stop by and bring me my tv tonight so I took 2 mg of Ativan before he got here so I could get through those awckward face to face moments. So I've got that sorta high feeling - my fingers are typing super fast and my skin feels like its crawling over my flesh.
Restriction has gone well today. All I've kept down is a handful of chashews, few gulps of nesquick, and some pea soup. Go me :D Much improvement considering how I've been handling my eating around here in the past two weeks. I listened more to my restrictive voice today and you know what? Me says 'Yay me!' |
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