It's Sunday again, it seems to be the hardest day. It's probably because I'm alone with my thoughts all day. It's ok, though. I'm seeing Linda and Jen today, which will be nice. In addition to them getting their massages we eat lunch. They forgot I was coming on Monday so we had to order pizza. They're like my Chicago family, on better than my real family...well my parents.
Last night I did nothing. I rented Zombieland and The Men Who Stare At Goats. I was fully expecting to hate the Men Who Stare at Goats, but I didn't. It got horrible reviews, well, not very positive ones. Maybe I have terrible taste in movies.
I feel like I use all of my real feelings in the emails I send to Kevin's email address, because they're all about him and that situation. By the time I get here, I'm plum out.
I'll be in Italy in two weeks. It's so strange because I think the trip will be awesome, and that Montenegro will be one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen, but I am still not excited about it. It's like it's physically impossible for me to get excited about it. I want to be, I really do, but I just can't. Stupid brain.
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