Oblivion

Yeah, my posts might be better if I could remember them. I am so whacked out right now on my meds- and saying very crazy things. I am not myself, not by any standard. This is recovery? Man, I am ready to head back to misery. Heh.

So, I did not have my date with JP the other night. I was too whacked by the time I dropped off my daughter at my mother's, or attempted to, anyway. She held me hostage. Next thing I know, I am in my jammies, lying in bed while she makes me tapioca. Hmmmmmmmmm......tapioca. She kept me there like that for 24 hours. I get to rush home the next day to have dinner with my roomies and my ex-boyfriend. Woohoo. Surprisingly, it went well. No complaints.

Fortunately, JP was very understanding. He called me last night and I am to meet him at his apartment this evening for snuggling. Sounds good. I am a touch-junkie. I have not been touched enough in the last month. I need someone to play with my hair, and kiss my forehead, and stroke my arms- these are things I refuse to live without- single or not.

I am very excited. I just entered my home, carrying the new release of Secretary. I have been looking fwd to this for a month! I am hoping to lift my spirits..It's not that I am actually sad or upset, but I am not my normal kooky self. Maybe a little spanking and a nap will do the trick, eh?

My only true concern is that I have lost so much weight. Over 10 lbs, I think. I am now below my goal weight- it took me so long to put it on, so many Big Macs eaten in a rush, so much time speant on my arse to make it grow....all that work down the drain. No pun intended. Where did my lush, juicy body go?