Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Fighting/avoiding the roommate has persisted for an entire month now. After half a bottle of wine and half a Xanax, I gathered enough strength to tell him I'm moving out. After that went horribly (yet still better than expected) I took the dog over to Justin & Jason's, realized I shouldn't have driven even that short distance after the wine+meds+anger combo and promptly zoned out. I barely remember making it to Justin's bed to pass out and woke up in the morning to find him and his girlie sleeping on the couch together. I'm so grateful for my friends. They take care of me.

Im so ready for this drama to be over. Looking at an apartment with Amanda in the morning so I should go sleep. Oh! And I might have a "date" on Friday. Get excited!