baby let your hair hang down

i feel like shit. the worst thing is, nothing that bad is happening to my body. i'm just being a wimp about it. blah. this is only the first day, too, we couldn't resist finishing what we had left yesterday. we were going to save it, but it's impossible to forget about it when you know it's just sitting there.

so far today, c. was going to go get some around 2 but i convinced him not to, then around 5 i was tired of feeling like this and i changed my mind but by that time he had more willpower. he says, no more. i wish it would be faster. if i can make it through today, it's just going to be worse tomorrow, and by monday c. will probably give in and buy some because he has to go to work.

last night after we did some we went out to eat in NE, and he told me how happy i make him, and how much better his life is now than it was last year when he was hanging out with a bunch of egotistical rock stars. i said, except now you're doing dope again. after we sat down in some asian restaurant i was just looking at him and started laughing thinking about our whole stupid situation. he asked me what was so funny and i said, look at us. a couple of junkies going out for chinese food.