The bracelet and last of the project news

The bracelet’s gone. She said she’d make me another one, but I still feel bad. Not as bad as I did last night though. That was more about missing my meds than the bracelet. Missing a dose can cause a panic attack if there is any unusual stress laid on me, and I was fine all day until I noticed the bracelet missing. I guess I cared about it more than I knew and that was all it took to send me spiraling over the edge. I was fine an hour later.

Now on to other things: I’ve been sitting on this for a week now because I didn’t want to sound petty and childish, but it’s still bugging me so here I go. When I left the project they didn’t do a cake. We did when the other people got called away early, but not for me. They apologized and said they didn’t have time, but they did. I gave them twenty-four, no twenty-six hours notice, and they’ve gotten them done in less than six before. I know because I was there when the order was placed and I was the one who picked it up. The really stupid thing is that I didn’t really want a cake, I don’t like being at the center of attention like that, but I’m mad because I didn’t get one. What the hell is that all about? Maybe I am a nut job.

Saw Fight Club tonight with Ember and Sammie after dinner. That was a really weird movie. Not really sure I understood the point.