Doughnuts

Well, it's almost 12:45 a.m.. G has two friends over to spend the night. They keep playing the same song over and over. Gordon's shirts got to me. So, I went out, bandaged up, no prosthesis on, so, pretty lop-sided, no makeup, snot coming from my nose (ooooo baby!) and bought $12.00 in donuts. I could have mainlined them in the car, kind of like the awful scene in the ben stiller movie, the one serious one he did, I think it's called permanent midnight, when he's like shooting up in a car with his baby in the carseat. Well, I didn't have a baby in the car, but buying donuts in the middle of the night is pretty awful. I swear I heard music in the background.

This shirt business! Why do shirts get to me? Ok, dumb, but I'll say it: doing the load of wash with the shirts in it was agony. So, perhaps I am going nuts? Then, I remembered all the donuts Gordon and I ate together and I really started to cry. Will I ever feel the feeling of being 'home' with another man? Dammit, Gordon.