I spent most of the day feeling tired and out of it. I drank a lot the night before. My back pain was also really bad. I had difficulty putting on my jeans this morning. It could have been what the alcohol did to my body (maybe dehydration) or it could have just been the impending storm.
I really felt blessed to have been able to go on this trip at all considering I really didn’t have the money to pay for it. My ex shared his room with me. It’s not anything like you think. Nothing happened and I didn’t think he wanted anything to happen, so it all worked out well. I also didn’t pay for the alcohol. Another set of friends brought the alcohol. I hate feeling like a freeloader, but it beats being stuck at home without being able to go at all. This morning I told my ex about Bryan. He acted so nonchalant that I initially was convinced that everything was fine. But then I realized he left the room and packed up his things without saying goodbye, so now I kinda wonder. He was nice enough to pay for the room, but HE dumped ME. I gave him two weeks to repent his decision, then I moved on. I am pretty ambivalent on this subject. I kinda feel like an asshole because he payed for the room. But he dumped me. He also never showed any signs of wanting me back. I honestly thought we were sharing it as friends.
I spent several hours returning home. Then I received a small heart attack. A figurative one, not a real one. I found out that my grades were due tomorrow. I apparently hadn’t attended the faculty meeting that the due date was announced at. I hadn’t started them and was rather behind. As such, I spent the rest of the night trying to finish them. I finally did and then went to bed.
Hygiene – I brushed my teeth and had showered the day before, so I didn’t see a need to shower again.
Mood and temperament – I was pretty blah, probably from the fact that I only got 4 hours of sleep and mildly hung over. I wasn’t unhappy, but I was rather out-of-it.