Reality Bites

Dying of exhaustion during the German break...

I have to remember to write about the strangeness with Druggie later and then sleeping with Narc on Sunday night and having lunch with B on Monday and calling the Stallion back today and besides that, the two phone calls to the drug dealer (for a fucking $320!)... How much wrong can one girl do in a week? Should I just "fuck it" and be okay with all of this? Or am I forgetting myself? Why isn't the green calcite working? Plus, now I think I have a UTI