I am still recovering from Pride! I stayed up until 3:30 am last night, I am so tired!
I can’t party like that again for a while. I am going to have to take a break, maybe just do some fun summer activities like go to the beach or sit in the park by the river. Eat ice cream.
I need to expand my repetoire of fun things to do without getting crunk. I feel like I’m just a one note girl.
I’m getting tired. I was going to write something glorious that came out of my bum, but I’ve realized I can’t do it. And I have to get up early and go to the doctor’s to get my ingrown toenail cut. Apparently the only bad thing is when the needle goes in. I hate needles and yet am intrigued by them. Not in a heroin way, or in a medical way, more in a play situation. But I am not looking forward to this visit at all, I am terrified.
This is not the only medical visit I have to take this week. I have to go to my psychiatrist’s, and get an ultrasound looking for gallstones!
It’s pretty crappy. I’m 31 and feeling it! My body is now a mess of different things going awry.
I’m wanting some romance this summer. Someone who doesn’t mind that my body is going to hell and I might need to get surgery. My first surgery! Oh woe is me.
I also have work tomorrow, and I worked a full shift on Saturday right between the parade and the dance. I’m so tired now. Dammit, I was going to write something better. Oh well, I will be home tomorrow afternoon to show off my toe!