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2002-12-19 - 11:03:09 pm Headached Stressed
•Thursday•

I've had a headache since Tuesday. Lack of sleep probably. I only got about a half hour of sleep before I got up at 6:30 and headed to Rockland Tuesday morning. Richie wasn't waiting at the station in White Plains for me. I didn't expect him to be. I wasn't exactly happy. The rest of the day turned out pretty ok though. I got a lot done. Richie drove me to the Palisade's Mall to check out the Apple store. I thought 'Sims: Unleashed' would've been released by now.

I realize I don't like malls. The plan was for Richie and I to meet back in the parking lot in 20 minutes. After walking around for a while I found the Apple store. The stupid game's still not released. I got pulled into the Gap and got a rugby shirt and running pants. I don't run but I love running pants. I just like walking to the store in them with a hooded sweatshirt. Makes me look athletic even though I'm a lazy fuck. I couldn't remember what level Richie parked on. Third! It has to be third. Then, Fuck! No! It was fourth! It was fourth, right?! None of the stores looked familiar enough and at the same time all too familiar since I pretty much rushed in from the parking lot. I called him but it took forever just to find a phone that worked.

Got back into the city Tuesday and got Eric to make out yet another check for my rent. Norm apparently mailed my rent check but Mark hasn't received it yet and I was getting major grief for it. And rightly so since it's the middle of the month. But I have enough to deal with. Mark should've just taken the first check Eric made out but nooooo. I came home that night and very quietly walked into his room and placed the check on his bed. I told him I'd pay whatever it'll cost in taxes or whatever.

I'm extremely stressed about this hospital bill thing. And no one's taking it seriously. No one but me. And there's nothing I can do. Nothing at all. I have no money, no bank account, no credit cards, nothing. I feel like I'm invisible to all except the law office representing the Greenwich Hospital. I just don't know what to do and every time I think about it my stomach twists itself into knots. Like right now. Then I'm crippled and want to do nothing but lock myself in the broom closet. Or climb in bed and pull the covers over my head. Like right now.

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