Is it ok if I just spend the rest of this weekend in bed? Yesterday ended with me on the phone to my cousin sillylilboi, crying my eyes out but refusing to explain why. And anyway, he was too geeked about his whole stripping thing to really be able to focus. But whatever. I took some more leftover pills from my accident and went to sleep. Now I'm awake and I don't want to be. Sometimes it just feels like every time I make some tiny little bit of progress, everything just gets dashed against the rocks. I WANT SOMETHING GOOD TO HAPPEN.