it's okay. I'm okay.
Everything is okay. Or soon will be. I am done freaking out. Or am atleast too tired to continue freaking out at the level I was last night. Gunther is a wonderful person, ps.
The Boyfriend called me but he was drunk so I decided it was not the appropriate time to talk to him. Plus, he reminds me of my father when he is under the influence. Which is just creepy. Then he called me around three a.m., I think. He woke me up, but I was glad because things needed to be discussed. He was still drunk but I suppose he was probably in a better place than he was when he called the first time so we talked. He cried. He's really sorry for everything he has done. And I think he really does love me. Which is good, because I am in love with him.
Birth control didn't work out. I started "the patch" two days ago and things imediately went wrong. I felt like I had gotten a tetanus shot in my leg and my foot kept falling asleep (bad circulation, anyone?). Then today I woke up all shaky and nauseous and in pain. So I took that baby off. Taking it off early hurt worse than getting a shot. Ouch.
The Boyfriend was looking forward to many fantastic sleepovers once I moved into my new apartment (as was I), but now that we are looking at smaller places, it might be more pertinent for me to purchase a twin bed instead of a full or double. He'll still be able to sleep over on ocassion, it'll just be a little less spacious. Hell, it'll be worth it just to have an apartment. Speaking of which: Friday is the day we make our back-up plans in case San Palmilla doesn't work out. Either way, we WILL find a place. I will make sure of it. I'm already all prepared. Maps, addresses, phone numbers, prices, ratings, I've got it. I'm good to go. _->