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[Jan. 21st, 2009|03:10 pm] |
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So last night was rough. I was kinda depressed all day, and it got really bad at night. I had been thinking about Laura (my ex) for most of the day, which happens every once in a while.
I always wonder if I made the right decision in breaking up with her. We both had alot of issues at the point in our relationship when we ended it, and we agreed at the time that it would be better that we weren't together, so we could work on our problems, even though neither of us liked the idea of it. She was a bit too needy of me during our relationship, which she admitted to, which I thought was a good step in repairing things. She didn't hang out with her friends enough, and since we were together so much, anytime something bad happened, it would get taken out on me, which sucked. So we split up because of that, and because she needed to learn to be on her own. While I thought it was good for us to be apart for those reasons, I always had that nagging doubt in the back of my head that it wasn't the right thing to do. So I called her yesterday, the first time since Christmas, and I told her I was upset over it. She told me she didn't know how to react to it, and I asked her if she was over me. She told me she was. So that kinda snapped me out of my depression, because it made it easier for me to realize that I should be over her. After that, we kinda caught up a little bit. We're gonna meet for lunch sometime soon, and see if we can be around each other as just friends, because we have Metallica tickets for February 1st, and neither of us wants to not go, so we wanna try and make it work.
So once I got off the phone, I started drinking. Heavily. I went through half a bottle of Jack Daniels in short time, and had three pints of Guinness. Probably all in the span of like, two hours. The drinking kinda helped kill off whatever feelings I had left, and I just sat around, reveling in my intoxication. Puked once, but oddly, not because of the drinking. I barely ever puke from drinking. There were a couple of occassions, but mostly, I actually throw up due to allergies. I have like, chronic post nasal drip, so my throat's always congested. Whenever I drink, it does something weird, and I have to puke up whatever's stuck in my throat. Once I do, I'm good to go, and I can usually drink more. Got some Dominos last night, because I was probably also so fucked up because the last time I had eaten before... around 11 was about 1PM, when I was watching Obama's inauguration.
Watched the House marathon on USA yesterday. I had only seen the show once or twice before, and I thought it was good, but I never really got into it that much. After yesterday, I wanna go buy it all on DVD. Hugh Laurie is perfect for that role.
Still hooked on the Flobots. Unhealthy....
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