Punk

It's a lovely day outside. Probably the nicest I've seen in a while. I kind of want to go to the beach, but I just took a shower, and I don't want to take another one today. Maybe it will be nice tomorrow too. But I'll have to get up earlier tomorrow. Maybe Wednesday. It's October, so beach days are going to be waning very soon. But not today. Boy B might be coming over later (after he gets off work) which is fine but then I have to go to class so I'll be leaving him here while I'm gone which is kind of weird but it means he doesn't have to drive home which is an hour away. And when I get home we'll go out and see a movie or something. I'm going to have to hide the painting he wants to have, because I already promised it a long time ago to Kid A and I signed it on the back for him and I don't want Boy B to see that I signed it for someone else, even though it all happened before I ever knew him. I even made him his own painting and he still wants the other one. Typical. He's been a lot nicer to me, and by nicer I mean that he calls when he says he's going to. I'm still not sure where this is headed, because our schedules are ridiculous and he remains distant most of the time, even though he's affectionate when he's with me.

I saw the pro at the club last week and it seemed like she helped me for the day, but then the rest of the days since then haven't been so hot. I'm starting to think I need some kind of chemical assistance to jump start me out of this funk that keeps following me around. But I don't think there's a chemical out there that does what I need it to do. They just put you to sleep, and I definitely don't need any help in that area. Anyway, I have to go. I have quizzes to grade for this stupid class I have today.

And you didn't call me like you said you would. Punk.