So I've tried to surround myself with friends this whole week and keep myself from sinking into a big, fat, black hole.

I went to the movies, I went and had a heart to heart with BGF's mom, I had company riding to camp to get the kids, I pretty much drank myself into a coma on Wednesday night (not really on purpose...T's just a bad influence with those GrandMa shots) and then spent the night at T & G's house where they took care of me, I've spent hours on the phone with BFF, my mom, anyone who would listen.

I'm at the point right now, where I don't know what I am. I still feel crappy from Wednesday night (bad, bad idea...) and everyone has all these things lined up for me to do this weekend so I stay busy but I don't think I want to do anything. I think I want to lay in bed with a case of Diet Coke and a bag of Baked Lays and watch Harry Potter movies. I don't want to be social. I don't want to be around people. I just want to sleep. I am never going to understand why I keep subjecting myself to this shit.