||[Apr. 10th, 2006|11:46 am]
I'm so weak. I think I took Mike back. But I'm not sure .... DRAMA!
Tomorrow, I'm going to Boston for a Psychological Evaluation. It starts at 8:30pm and is supposed to go through dinner time. I'm all nervous. I hope they don't discover that I have this rare but dangerous psychological disorder.
My weekend was utterly fucked up. I saw Mike on Saturday. We hashed things out ... he was really sad and really sincere bout how strongly he feels about me, I think.
So we talked for almost 4 hours ... I was hungry. My mind was with J and A at Bertucci's. My body was at Reflections with Mike. My heart was in the Caribbean basking in the sun. Part of me wanted to go out and have fun and forget about it. Part of me wanted to be compassionate to Mike. Compassion won. Ah well. We'll see how it goes.
J ... if you're reading this, wanna do Idol on Wednesday? Perhaps get some Ice Cream? Let me know. I'll call you later babe!