Got out of work half an hour early against Mark's will. He can fucking blow me.
Trying to get ahold of James before I go to bed because I'm dying for a cigarette but I'm trying to resist temptation by talking to him. I'm going out of my mind. AAAURGH!
Some shit went down, will put it in a private entry.
I really miss Evan, and I'm going nuts. Today was James' birthday, so I baked him a cake and he stopped by. He and I were both very depressed, but I think turning over my smokes into his hands cheered him up. And that's that.
So I'm gonna go on WoW for about an hour before bed.
I remember the moment I knew I was in love with him. We were on the Mijoy, and I was sleepy, so I was lyin' down, and my head was in his lap, and I just looked up at him and smiled. And he smiled back. That's when I knew. Okay, enough self-infliction.