Illness.

I am so throughly sick of hypocrisy. Thinking about all these people I know and all the ways they are makes me feel so nauseated, and I am not exaggerating here.
As soon as I feel like I have a grip on everything in my life something throws it out of whack again. It might be what seems like nothing, what was meant to be helpful, what would normally be so tiny, microscopic even, but it sets me off balance again and makes me feel so uneasy.

Last night was a good night. I went ice skating with Mike, got invited to play Fugitive by Leon, but instead ended up with a group of five people who I had never met before, a good group of great people though, hung with Leon, Jeremy, and their friends, and in the end I crashed at Jeremy's place with him and Leon. Mike picked me up this morning and we went back to his place to watch the soccer game on TV. Unfortunately we lost zero to two. Then I got brought home. Talking on the way home triggered the above rant. And now I'm going to have to see the bitch during the pass. Today will be good though in the end, no matter what it takes.