maybe i need my meds adjusted again. or healthy food. or therapy.
because...i love my new apartment, my new kitty tucker, and yes, i even kinda love that boy. (he does have the bluestblueyblue eyes...)
but i miss twinkle with fresh pain everyday. i can't find the energy to ever finish unpacking, or go to the gym, or even do the laundry. curling up in bed and hiding is not helping. i need to get the fuck out and see some new scenery or have a conversation at the coffeeshop or walk through that lil bit o' nature we call the back bay. i need to do something besides obsessively crave mi casa and pick lint out of the carpet. work calls all the time, nights, weekends, whatever. but thats just an excuse. if i tell gina i'm taking off for the weekend, well then what can she do? maybe i should just GO this weekend, maybe joshua tree, maybe palm springs, just somewhere vast and lonely to clear my head. maybe.
anyhoo. gotta work. be back later.