Valentine's Day

It's always difficult to come to terms with the fact that the only date you have on Valentine's is a date with your GP. I got more injections, this time in both arms, and it's hard for me to remember that my arms were only jabbed with thin needles as opposed to being crippled. It's just that every time I go to move my arm I feel an ache (which isn't particularly strong), and then I stop whatever I'm doing.

On the bright side, I am going out to dinner tonight. I guess that's sort-of like a date, if you count having dinner with a friend you haven't seen in a year as a date. I asked him why we had to go today, because another time would be far more convenient, and it turns out that he just wanted to tell his girlfriend that someone was keeping him company on Valentine's and let her imagination run wild. I'm pretty sure his girlfriend dumped him last week, though.

Anyway, everyday I'm one step closer to moving out, and it thrills me. To think I can finally play my games in peace, or just sit down and draw without being interrupted every 30 minutes... OR EVEN JUST STUDY, ALONE, QUIETLY. It's pathetic to think that being able to study alone has become such a luxury.

In another two weeks, I shall be reborn from the ashes (or something dramatic like that).