Boring day yesterday. Little stressed about money, but I only have two days to survive until payday. I should be ok. I won't be able to eat until Friday except for weird things left in the house, nor will I be able to put gas in the car, but I am right above E and should be able to make it until Friday morning. It's going to be close, but I might be able to do it. I am trying to not resort to using the $40 some odd I have free on a credit card. I will make it.
Other than that not much else going on. Worked, came home, watched a little TV, went to bed. Started to trip a little when I went to bed about things. I think I have reached my limit of no human contact; physical contact that is. It's been what, 8 or 9 weeks now? Even I have my limits. I need some human interaction. Man I wish I had money to pay for a hooker. I know that sounds awful, but I just need some human contact. I would pay her just to sit down and give me a back rub or something benign like that. It's not about the sexual act, it's about touch. I am at the wall. Of course this is when I make stupid decisions and bring home strays. I need to be careful that I don't let my need for physical contact over shadow my need for stability and strength in my life. Tight rope act.
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