I keep forgetting to ask for receipts when I take cabs. Stupid. I've already wasted $30 when I could have expensed it. Fucking irritated with myself. Today is not going to be a good day. I can feel it, taste it and even smell it. But I did get to watch Harold & Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay and that cheered me up. Still. I hate conversations like that. This paranoia is getting to me and I just want. it. to. stop.

It's just money. Why am I so upset anyway?

So tired and in some ways, depressed. I doubled the dosage for last night's medication and perhaps that explains why physically I feel like crap. Woke up halfway during the night because sleep was so hard to come by and my body was in so much... anguish. I don't rightly know how to describe. Losing my voice. I just wanna go home.

Labels: moody