*pokes Kat back*
Off to the shore in about an hour I guess... I hate the sea and I hate the long drive to it. I also hate the radio channel my parents ALWAYS listen to in the car. Basically I hate just about everything that's up in the upcoming two to three hours. Wooptidoo.
My finger is starting to get better.
Sorry about the details but I hope spreading details about the wound will keep me from SI. It helped in the past few days.
I'm tired. I woke up with a headache and turned around in bed to just lay there for another hour. I don't know if that was a good idea or not.
Anyways. I have an appointment for a job interview tomorrow! I'm so excited. If I manage to find a good apartment in Ghent I just might get there without having to get up way too early. Now I have to take the bus at 7.22 in the morning to be there at 9. Skip the "take the train to Ghent" part and I've gained at least 40 minutes.
Stefanie, my "best friend" in high school, is on line but since she knows I have these psychological issues all she does is nag about getting therapy so I'm not going to talk to her voluntarily - yes, it's gotten this far.
Ugh.