  Well, lets see. I erased two numbers out of my phone book last night. KerriLou, of course. I wont be needing that number anytime soon.
And Scott, who left me hanging last night. Yup, I got flaked on. And pissed me off so badly, I drove all the way downtown to meet my professor, paid her for my tickets, and drove all the way home in tears without seeing the show. I was too upset, too embarrassed to stay around. I just wanted to let Heather off the hook with the money shed already spent on my word that Id be there. You know, its hard enough to want to leave the house these days. But then the treatment I get from these friends of mine its way beyond my understanding. Scott had better be dead or have had something tragic happen to him yesterday. His phone was off all day, all night. I left maybe five messages for him that he could have checked if his phone was broken or lost my number. Wed planned on this since the weekend and even made plans to go out before the show since then. Id spent hours researching the best place to get a glass of wine in the district.
I fucking missed my class last night to go to this thing. So today I look like I feel. Fucked up. Eyes all swollen and puffy from drinking myself to sleep. Part of me was ready to roll on over to Marks house to blow some coke  anything to take my mind off it all. But alas, I thought better of it and did my dirty dealings at home alone where driving wouldnt endanger me further.
I finally ate something at ten (Id been waiting to go out to dinner, you see), and once I did that I fell right asleep. Id still be sleeping, but I have an appointment to talk to Fritz in about an hour. And when thats done, Im coming right back to bed. Raise a glass to Scott, everybody! A big fuck you! um, Im having abandonment issues today. 
