dull throbbing

supper was amazing, but the best part was crashing on the couch. the food was great, AND i managed to eat without too many problems.

her father kept cracking jokes about my accident, her mom was most upset (she was a colonel up until january) that i was "playing with a weapon" (although i believe that's not quite the way the phrase is generally understood).

two realizations:

1) it's possible that i've been this exhausted for so long because i'm sick, and haven't been taking care of myself. of course, being this exhausted makes it kind of hard to tell. and i've been getting used to being tired all the time.

2) my chin is painfully bruised - didn't notice until my lips began feeling better.
big parties tonight - i'm going to bed.

i haven't had a cigarette in 27 hours. i'm already noticing the smell of the ashtray. i got another few days to go before i can smoke again... and i'm hoping i'll be able to keep it together and quit.

*crash*