Day 27

I didn't feel like writing yesterday, so I didn't. Not much happened anyways,I had incredibly low energy and I was pretty depressed. The medicine that I am taking, specifically the Chlonodine, drops my blood pressure like crazy and I just don't have any energy to do anything. Today my mom and I are meeting Aunt Lori at the Rockaway mall, and since I have finally gotten my taxes back, I can buy my Bare Minerals and have skin as smooth as a babies bottom. I am also treating myself this week to a small vacation, considering I haven't really been doing much of anything, and I want to continue to take pictures of new places and old people. Hopefully, New York/ Brooklyn on Thursday to meet up with Alannna for a bit, and then this weekend I am going to spend some time in Philly with Natalie and hopefully see Rob! That would be awesome, because then I could eventually make my way back up to Boston and all this misery I am feeling will soon evaporate. Tonight I am going to my 30 day NA meeting. Technically it's only day 27 but I won't be going to an actual meeting on my 30 days clean, so I will just fudge it a bit and go with Pat tonight to get my damn key chain that I have worked rather hard for. I still have cravings, but its more for drinking not for Suboxone or Heroin, so it's not too bad. I know eventually I won't even think about it anymore. I am just happy I am able to keep a clear head, make good decisions and not have regrets when I wake up in the morning. Last night me and Arty sent some sexy texts to each other. Obviously, initiated by me, but he seemed pretty down and we exchanged some videos. It was funny. I fell asleep half way through and woke up to a video of him jerking it, which was cute because I love picturing him touching himself. He is the only person (dude) I think about when masturbating that actually has the ability to turn me on. Part of me initiated these sexts as a test to see if he was seeing someone, or if he was down to do it. Which he was. I miss him. I don't know why but there is just something about him that I don't want to let go of very easily at all. I found out that On Demand has ALL of the episodes of both girls AND Broad City on it so yesterday went by pretty quickly. I freaking love Broad City, I have never laughed out loud during one show like the way I do with that show in forever. I want to right about the paradox of Broad City and how it is supposed to be a representation of the laziness of our generation, while it is our generation who are making these awesome TV shows like Girls, Workaholics and Broad City. I feel bad I locked Kramer out of his room last night so he wasn't able to use the bathroom, eat his food or cuddle with me. Yesterday I did smoke a little bit of weed while watching Broad City, and to be honest, I didn't freak out and it was kind of fun. I munched out hard on a doughnut, chocolate chip pudding and two cupcakes, then jokingly took a serious picture of the food on Instagram, and now want to make a satirical video involving people taking Instagram photos. Life is hilarious and so easy to make fun of. My brother called today, but we only had 60 seconds left to talk so that conversation ended abruptly. Apparently he talked to his social worker and he applied to have a Public Defender, so hopefully he gets another court date soon. I probably won't see him for a while. He just tried calling back but for some reason the automatic payment information operator didn't work and the call got disconnected. I hope he tries to call back soon because I would love to talk to him.