There's a bubble of gas sitting between my shoulders. I'd like someone to punch it out, but that seems hurtful. I tend to forget that I'm more fragile than I actually am.
The usuals came over to play Monopoly. None of them have played since they were children. I've been playing religiously and obsessively for the past two weeks. They wouldn't make deals to create monopolies, which consequently makes the game incredibly long and boring.
Every single one of my dishes is dirty. The boyfriend gets home at eleven pm, but I just can't seem to get the kitchen clean for him. It's not a feminist thing, but more of a lazy-ass thing. You'd think the man who's completely supporting me and his bastard child would deserve a clean spoon and bowl. I never claimed to be a good housewife.
I received three letters in the mail today. One was my Netflix, "Paper Hearts", one was a valentine's card from my Nina, and the last one was an overdue notice for my rent. Apparently if I don't pay my $1096 in three days, I'll be evicted. Funny how that happens.
My ex-boyfriend's band is performing on Friday. They uploaded a new music video. A cover of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. He's ridiculously good looking in it. More so now that I've hurt his feelings and told him to stop texting me.
I finally called a doctor today. I'm not hopeful. Nobody ever wants to take my insurance. They just want to shuffle me around from building to building. God, I hate taking the bus these days. I always have to pee the second I get on.
I spent a good 3 hours decoupaging a tin can for the boyfriend's valentine present. I'm pretty sure a second grader could have done a better job.
I should probably get up and do something productive with my day, but we all know that's not gonna happen.