We went to the Van Halen concert last night at the Cricket Ampitheater. One of Jason's clients got us great tickets and VIP passes (which was basically just a bar/lounge area with access to real restrooms). David Lee Roth was a little disappointing but the Van Halens were all awesome. Eddie's son Wolfgang played bass. DLR actually stopped at one point to take a beach ball from the crowd because he didn't want anyone to get hurt by it...whaaa?! Despite the Corky Romano look-alike version of DLR, it was a good show and we had a really great night.
I’m having a panic attack. These stupid meds are killing me. I hate them. Stick with it, stick with it, stick with it. I know it’s the meds. I just have to get through this and relax for a couple weeks. I hate this job. It’s not even that bad it’s just HORRIBLY boring. I don’t want to do this every day. I appreciate learning the process and gaining experience but it’s not what I like to do. I don’t even like accounting that much to begin with but there are aspects I like and I know it. The pay is killing me. I need money. I can’t continue to be completely broke before the first week of the month is over. Collections calls ringing all day. I’m applying to jobs like crazy. I’m trying so hard. I’m just going to keep pushing forward. Keep. Pushing. Forward. I hate that I wanted a life with Jason. That I was too blind to realize what he was. That I was ok with him even from the very beginning when I knew better. Why didn’t I want better things for myself? Seeing him makes me want to vomit.
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