Uninteresting (read at your own risk)

 Yet again, I feel like my life hasn’t been interesting enough to write about. I’m really going to try and scour the dusty, cobwebbed tunnels of my brain for something to put down on this website. I don’t know why I’m putting forth so much effort. 

I had a fairly decent night last night. I went over to Boyfriend’s and his mom and aunt were visiting. I had a huge whopper of a cold sore, no makeup, clean but mussy hair and I was wearing an old ratty sweatshirt that I bought from Walmart. Needless to say, I really wasn’t in the mood to chit-chat with relatives. I said a quick "Hello, I’m good, how are you?" and jetted downstairs where I proceeded to eat my body weight in candy with my hood up and the drawstrings pulled tight. I bet I looked like a cross between a furtive rabbit and a homeless person. I was finally coaxed out of my sadgirl state when Boyfriend’s dad offered me a beer. I drank it rather quickly and almost immediately got a buzz. So, I asked for another one. Downed that. Asked for another. Pretty quick, I was knee-deep in Beer Buzz Heaven. It wore off pretty quickly but was fun while it lasted. 

I’ve been pretty depressed lately. I attribute most of it to my cold sore (which, thank God, is almost completely healed). I know it sounds silly, but they really bum me out. Anyway, I got my prescription pills changed to a higher dose because my other ones didn’t seem like they were making much of a difference. I’m now up to 20mg of Citalophram (an anti-anxiety/depressant) and hopefully that will help me get out of this rut that I’ve been in for about five years now. Boyfriend also thinks I’m using alcohol to "escape" from my bad moods and he’s probably right. He even used the term "substance abuse." Yikes.

A couple days ago, I found a pretty big, hard lump under my chin. I’m going into the doctor tomorrow to get it checked out. It’s already shrunken considerably so I don’t think it’s anything serious but I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry. Here’s hoping it’s not cancer although it would make people not care so much about me not having a job. (Whoa, too much?)

Tim Roth is still adorable. I think it’s mostly because he’s so short. I am very short myself (5’2"). It’s also his cockney accent. Is it cockney? Must make a note to Wiki the difference between English accents. I’m off to watch the opening scene to Pulp Fiction on YouTube again.