Grouchy. ow.
5:30 AM and still in pain. Lovely. At least it's my legs and not my stomach now. I'm still a little bothered that he won't call me just because his friends show up late afternoon and keep him til late at night, which is apparently the only time he's awake to talk to people. My friends are used to me making five-minute phone calls in the midst of hang-out time, and they respect that. At least a call to say, "Hey, can't talk, but I didn't forget that I promised to call." Maybe I shouldn't have, if it didn't mean anything. His being busy really wouldn't be so bad, except that I keep indicating that I'm miserable and need to talk to someone, and that doesn't seem to affect anything. I've talked to Kiwi once or twice, being really upset about this whole move to Long Island, and now she's mad at Trey for not caring too. I mean, really? "I'm too busy hanging out with my friends and having fun to talk to you?" Not being a morning person includes from wakeup at 9 or 10 til 3 o'clock when people arrive? Even when I'm there in his face? Maybe Kiwi will call tomorrow and I'll be able to think of cheerful things.
If you like, don't pay any attention to this. It's almost 6 AM now, my legs are on fire despite months of this stupid medication, and I'm 200% grouchy. I need a little love, or attention, or something. This is way worse than college. At least there are people at college. None of this would be so bad if it was short-term, but I'm anticipating two months of being here, and at least two or three weeks before I can see anybody else, be it Trey or just my parents. And my birthday is in a week. Whatever. Now I'm just whining.
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