so i'm back in portland... last night when i got here i practically died of happiness because i forgot how beautiful it is here. in the car i kept interupting c. and telling him "i can't believe how beautiful portland is!!" my apartment is just how i left it, except dirtier, and it is also extremely pretty. i was very delighted with everything. i don't think i've ever been so happy to be back.
i was sick today.. i vomited about 25 times. ick ick ick. the weather was hot the way i like it, but i couldn't go anywhere. i just lay on donna's bed sweating for about 12 hours. i didn't have the energy to change the sheets on my bed, after that guy was staying in it. about an hour ago i finally felt better and i ate some yogurt.
tomorrow i start working at the alumni reunions. i feel extremely strange. donna isn't here, she's not coming back for a long long time. i'm trying not to think about the future because it makes me too nervous. maybe i'll feel better tomorrow.
a year ago i wrote this, one of my favorite entries. kind of melodramatic and depressing, though. that was when i started doing drugs again, one year ago. memories.
it's so hot i can barely breathe. good night.