Passing time until my workout class

Today has been kind of rough. It started off when I woke up having dreamed about sex with Jack and realizing I've been way too stressed about him lately. Then I tweaked my upper back and my shoulders have been in nonstop pain. Then I took out the trash and it trailed disgusting liquid everywhere, including the elevator, so I had to go clean it up which took awhile. When I finally got around to unloading the dishwasher, I dropped a can of ginger ale and it exploded everywhere, leaving a sticky mess for me to clean up. I also spent about an hour on my hair trying out my new mermade waver, and I hate the results.

I was kind of excited for this party we're having this weekend, and then of course Annabel said she isn't gonna be here for it, probably because of her anxiety which has been making her pretty lame lately. Half the time she doesn't even go out with us anymore. It's out of my control, but it still has been wearing on me.

I really don't want to take this workout class tonight, but I know (or at least hope) that I'll feel a little bit better once it's done. All I really want right now is a good smoke. And some sleep. And to masturbate. But the thought of masturbating right now makes me want to cry, because I don't want to fantasize about Jack anymore but I'm not really sure what to fantasize about at all. I'm feeling uninspired and I hope that changes soon.

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