Irregardless of the reason why, or even the good (if selfish intention) going out on the beer tonight after just been taking it easy because of a stomach upset was a fucking stupid idea. *sigh* Lots to talk about, but nothing I want to talk about and that just sucks. I hate not feeling comfortable talking about anything. Its quite restraining at times.
I had planned on watching the season finales of 24 and Angel tonight, guess that is not going to happen now. I hate this feeling, the entire moment that made it worth it was actually so worth it and yes I laughed when I typed that.
fuck fuck fuck FUCKITY FUCK.
And to top it all off I have an email I have no idea what to do about. I guess I should just wait till the weekend and think about it clearly, but I had planned on booking a hotel and I think that would be better for me anyway.
I gotta go sleep now before I write something I know I will regret, If you loved me, you’d all kill yourselves