I went to work at 7 AM. Had to be up at 5.
I didn’t eat breakfast.
I walked to work.
I miss G. He’s not here today either.
I’m so tired. I sleep for my entire lunch break. I do not eat lunch.
I have a hard day. My anemia is in full swing. I black out constantly.
I walk home.
I get online. I tell G that if he suggests something for me to eat that night for dinner, I will eat it. Otherwise, I know I won’t bother. He’s one of like 2 people who could possibly get me to eat.
I also know that he doesn’t get on Facebook as often as other people do…he probably won’t see my message before I go to sleep.
I take a nap because I’m so tired.
2.5 hours later I wake up. I chat with PFH#1 a lot. He’s in NYC and is hating it. He doesn’t get to actually DO ANYTHING in New York but work related stuff. I would also probably want to kill someone if I was in NYC and couldn’t go to St. Marks and visit Trash and my favorite comic book store there…
I feel his pain and it makes me even more sad.
I go to bed at about 10:30.
G gets on at about 12:30 and suggests something for me. He feels bad that its so late. He shouldn’t feel responsible for me. He’s not. I just listen to him when I don’t listen to anyone else.
I don’t eat dinner.
I hate today.