It's getting shaggy. It makes me feel (more) ugly. Two people at work said they liked the way it looked, the way I'm "growing it out to wear it differently." I planned on cutting this week, mowing the lawn so to speak. Figures. Now, if I cut it, it'll appear as if I cut it only to spite them. There was more to the conversation, just too tired to fill you in. Or maybe I'm just being overly self-conscious or paranoid again.
They have a new album out apparently. Too bad I'm broke, I'd buy all their stuff. I'm not not neat.
A friend of mine is in London working on this.
I meet with my Primary tomorrow afternoon before work. Haven't seen her in like 3 weeks (?). I am not looking forward to it for some reason. I feel down. Just want to sleep. At least I'm not getting sick every time I leave the apartment like in the past two years, but I'm not sure if the meds are working enough. I don't know if this Paxil stuff is working. I still feel worthless, ugly, and see No Future. Maybe she can give me more clues on how to change over 25 years of Twisted Thinking.
I am planning on attending a Brunch held by my friends M.C./C.C. Not so much do I relish the idea/concept of Brunch, but I feel I need to attend because if don't they will soon stop calling me at all.
And I can't have that.
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