  Im a bad influence on Bryan. We drank several cocktails before finally cooking up some killer Mexican crap we got at the local Mercado. And then drank some more when we got back. He went to sleep. I drove home and have been IMing and blogging since my arrival.
I need help. I wish I had a loving partner who would come over and be that for me. I shouldnt be driving. I shouldnt be walking around trying to clean my house of doing gardening for Christs sake. I need to lay back and be cool to myself. even if that means failing in certain senses. I just cant do my good work at school when Im walking on a broken bone. Why is this so hard for me to accept? Going to break my commitment to end fast food. Its been so long now. Yet I need to eat. And I need to get in the car and crank up the AC. I keep sweating. ? ? 
