1:04 p.m.

I kinda slept in today. And instead of getting right out of bed, peeing, making coffee, and praying, I Googled this girl I used to have a crush on. But here I am now in the afternoon, writing something. I feel good about it. No, it's not some major accomplishment, but it's good. I need to open my blinds. I also had to blow my nose. Allergies. I don't know what to type here... It's a beautiful day out and I feel like I should be taking advantage since chilly fall will be here soon. I welcome the chilly weather. I love the change into cold: sweaters, scarves, hot tea, hoodies, the peaceful quiet- damn it- Tracy called. Okay I'm back. What else do I look forward to in the fall/winter? Hot chocolate? Maybe sometimes. I like the fact that it's acceptable to be pale. And fat. And have flaky dry skin. Nice. This big golden retriever just took a dump across the street and the owner had to find some garbage from the sidewalk with which to scrape it up. How could she walk her dog AND have a baby and not have the foresight to bring baggies? Maybe she did but used them already. God, I'm ready to stop this and go masturbate already. I think I'm done with Tracy. At least this week. Hearing about her sleeping with this other guy and having a new roommate witness it is just a turn-off. Maybe not a turn-off, but I'm seeing who we really are, I guess. I don't fucking know. I just know that I need to get an HIV test and stop sleeping with her. She should probably get one, too, but I'm not going to be the one to tell her that. Unless, of course, I have HIV. On that note, I'm going to jack-off and get ready for work. Thank you.