I had a bad day and I wish I had someone to come home and tell about it. But there's no one. Mark's in his room watching the game. Plus I could never sit down and talk to him like that. Sometimes he looks at me and asks if everything's ok and I want to just start spilling. But ... I can't. Actually, sometimes I do ... a little. Like if we're both in the kitchen and I'm frustrated with something I'm working on or so. I'd tell him a little about it. But never really personal stuff. I'm not sure how he'd react and it's not like some guy I know and don't have to see. I live with him.

I just wish there was someone I could sit and listen to Jewel (Actually listening to her new single, 'Standing Still' right now) ... with and talk. Eat cereal or icecream or Sun chips or anything like that ... and talk.

Keri and I left her office around 6:30. I had no money so she had to give me 20 bucks. Yay for lowering my self esteem. I won't even get into that again right now. The thoughts are swirling around in my head but I know I would be crying by the end of this entry if I write them. I'll deal with them later. I do that a lot don't I? Avoid things.

I went over to see Husani and hung out there for a while. It sorta made me feel a little better. I worry about him sometimes. He's not taking take of himself. He collapsed in a movie theater Saturday night. They had to call the paramedics. *sigh* I was going to call Rudy but I didn't have enough quarters on me. Sucks that his cell phone has a Long Island area code. I called this guy I met in chat a while back instead. Ben. He goes to NYU and he's pretty cool. We're both just trying to make friends so it would be really cool hanging out with him. No one answered and then the phone ate my quarter so I just walked to the subway and came home.