4.17.01

I didn't write yesterday, because i had a massive migraine from all the stress this damn job thing has caused. Besides that, i met my father for lunch...i know, it's pathetic that i have to set up a date to have lunch with my own father, but i digress. He talked me into filing my taxes (because for awhile, i was just going to blow them off) and to make payments, because as he put it "you can't run from the government, they're all around you" So, around 9:00 i drove to the post office..of course the closest branch is closed...only in Pueblo! I had to drive all the way across town, then wait in a line a mile long. They had a tent set up outside with some moron postal worker dressed as Uncle Sam, and ironically enough...he was hispanic..who knew! I come home, and try to just lie as still as possible, because anytime i move an inch, my head throbs..then there's a knock on my door. I knew it was J, he's the only one who ever comes by that late (well, who ever comes by at all, lately) I was hoping he would've brought me some liquor or beer, or something....nope...he just stopped by to pick up his Playstation, he seemed to have rented a video game, and needed to play it. I don't know why it irritated me so much, i guess it's the fear that he's gonna slowly take all of his stuff from my house, and i'll never see him again. I told him to call me when he got home, but he said he might not have time.... grrrrr....i needed someone to tell my trauma to. Oh well. I had a headache anyway..BUT...he hasn't called me at all today either, and it worries me in some way it shouldn't...i mean everyone needs space, but it's different with us...i can only recall 2 times that we went longer than two days without talking...if he doesn't call me tomorrow, i'm gonna be really worried, or really angry....i haven't decided yet...bye bye