Today

Had to go out and take a typing test (73 words a minute!!!) so that I could apply to a job as a 911 call receiver. Don't know if I really want it, but it pays well. Also put in my application and resume at the city college for a "Library Technician III." Doubt I'll get that one. In any case, I was out and about and actually had the nerve to smile at people. Do you believe that?

Mouth is still sore, and still can't eat. Down to 111 pounds this morning. Two weeks ago I was 125 pounds. I wonder how much more I'm going to lose. Thanksgiving is coming up, and if I can't eat, I'm going to be pissed!

Haven't heard a peep from Nathan. I guess I didn't expect to. No wait, I did expect to since he took me to surgery and hasn't even bothered to check up on me. Asshole. Does he really think I can't get over him? He needs to get over himself. The only thing he's got going for him now is a good steady job. He's losing his hair, he's fat, and well, I won't talk about the other thing that comes up a little "short." Anyhoo, fuck him.

I think the medication is working just fine.