*Yuck* I feel yucky and nasty today. This weekend is going so slow. I just want to get on up and move on out. Do something. Anything the least bit stimulating. (Without having to smoke or drink) It would be nice. As fine as ice. Finally spoke to SEB yesterday. She's not mad. She's just been busy. I'll have to call her again today. Maybe. Probably. We need to go out. Having no nights out is killing my enthusiasm for school. How can I learn properly if I spend all my time sober? I can't, exactly. I need a Blue Drink and some Smirnoff Triple Black. Than I'll feel like I'm ready for classes again. O woe is me. Pat's not on my mind so much today. But it's early. And I did spend some quality time feeling like an ass over it last night. So maybe I'm cured. I pretty much understand the whole situation now. And I can force myself to let go. I will let go. But moving on. Ever so slowly. This weekend blows. Like most. I can't complain about my pain. Forget it now. And lick a cow. DFN