Tonight I'm going to gay bar.
I'm going to start a war ... a nuclear war ... at the gay bar.
School is awful. Perhaps I should just stop going and get a job instead. CSU will still take me if I'm not going to Lakeland; it's not like I'll have failed the classes, just withdrew. Still, I want the money that I would get from the good grades.
I should probably go back to the pain doctor soon for my third injection, but it's just so awful that I find myself thinking it isn't worth it: just keep taking my vicodin and flexeril and I'll feel fine. The pills don't do anything to stop the progression of the condition, though.
Soon it will be warm and I imagine it will bother me less; I hardly noticed it while in Punta Cana, though it was only five days so it's hard to say definitively. I can hope, though. :)
(gay bar, gay bar, gay bar!)