Bleh.
4:08 p.m. on 2005-09-02
Damien had his first day of nursery thing today.
As predicted by everyone, I cried. Then found that I couldn't stop. Even after an hour.
Mike cried a bit but he doesn't like to admit it.
We've just picked him up and had to listen to him ramble on about it on the journey. No, that sounds harsh.. I didn't mind really. The medication I'm taking is making me feel ill. I'm not sure it's supposed to.. But I've ordered Stephen to get me some pro-biotic stuff on his way home from work, so he better not forget. Mike randomly dug out the video camera last night and started following me around filming me. I never want to watch it. Ever.
I wasn't in an amazingly good mood, so I'll just look all ill and moody, and probably fat.
I put on 4lbs the other day, but I've lost 2 again from being sick.
Bleh.
"You're too skinny, for fucks sake!" Yeah yeah, rave on.
Anyway, after filming me for what seemed like forever, I said something naughty ¬_¬ and I think he got the hint because we had A LOT of sex. Seriously hot sex.
I don't know why I bother saying it's hot, it always is. It would be more unusual for me to say "Then we had some slightly average sex.", but luckily I don't need to -_-
It was kind of even dominance last night, which I loved.
Plus I had a little random frustration, so ya know, just slam it into Mike! I'm smoking more and more recently. I don't think I can be bothered "cutting down" anymore.
What's the point, anyway?
The only people telling me not to smoke are hypocrites, and either smoke themselves, do drugs, drink too much, or all three.
Fools. Plans for now are to go lay down because I feel like total shit.
Fab.
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