Sunday, January 18, 2004

I know it's hard for me to be his friend, but lately I've been getting the feeling that he just doesn't care one way or the other. I was just a pit-stop on the way to his big destination. Should I really care? I suppose not, since there are so many things he's lied to me about. Some of them I could excuse as ways of "protecting my feelings." But I don't want to. Lying is lying, no matter the reason. I trusted him so much, even when I didn't want to, and now I'm paying for it.
I need to go to the doctor soon. I don't know if it's stress, or if I'm broken, but I've been bleeding for the past week and a half and I'm scared.
Today Grandma Love came into town. She's on her way to Florida to visit her sister, and had a three-hour layover in Dallas, so Mom and I took her out to dinner.
I've been to four different restaurants tonight. Denny's (with the family), Stratos (Sunday is blues night), Fridays (with Steph), and IHOP (gotta have my fix). It's nice to get purdy-ed up, and go out. But for now, I think I've had my fill.
I invited Paul to IHOP with me, and then to my house for a movie. We ended up watching Margaret Cho stand-up comedy... It was pretty racey, even for my taste, but I knew I didn't have the attention span for an actual movie. I've been exhausted these past couple of days. Think I might sleep it off now.

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