No, You'd Move On

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Thursday - Woke up with Ken. I knew I was going to have to move my car, so I just headed down to school early. Shocked to find not just one, but several fairly close spots. Unfortunately, the tutoring went too fast and I felt like a stenographer. I had hoped Chris would be there, so I could go to court, but nothing doing. Fortunately, Christina started talking to me on our way out, and I was able to tag along with their group. There was some awkwardness parking, and some awkwardness going into the wrong building, but we finally found our way past the security guard and into the court room. There was a short, cute prosecutor giving his closing argument. The defendant, who was charged with bringing 200lbs. of marijuana into the country with intent to distribute, gave his own closing. We left before he was even done, and when we got back to school, I checked out the exams that I couldn't take with me. They didn't really tell me anything, except I need to use more facts on my Property essay next time. Talked to Theresa in the courtyard, found my way to room LL31 and waited. The PrideLaw meeting was poorly attended, but very informative. I'm going to be VP next year! Meant to do a great deal when I got home, but just slept instead. Didn't feel any better when I woke up. Ken came home and took a nap on the couch. He got up and ate a pizza for dinner before he left for poker, and I had a can of gluten. My head was still wonky, so I didn't end up going to wrestling, either. I tried to have a couple cocktails and get on the party train, but nothing doing. Ken stayed for the 10pm game, and I stayed home. Finally said "fuck it", jacked off, ate a can of garbanzo beans and a can of gluten, and spent the rest of the night putzing about online. Ken & Leo came home a little before 11:30, having almost been hit by a car. I was STILL not feeling well, and said as much when I laid down. Ken, tipsy darling that he is, scolded me for not taking care of myself. I mentioned something about him only scolding me when he'd been drinking, and he took that to be me telling him that he only cared for me when he was drunk. The conversation went in circles, as it tends to, but stayed very loving the whole time. I told him I think about my status more than he does; he vehemently disagreed. I think we're both pretty scared of my impending Dr.'s appointment. He talked about only wanting to be with me, which I thought was sweet, but I'm me, so I pointed out as a practical matter that if we were no longer together, for whatever reason, he'd move on. He disagreed again, and I pointed out that he'd brought up us breaking up pretty much every week since the new year. He objected both to the sentiment, and to the way I phrased it. We left it after that, though my sinuses were still torturing me. I laid in bed for another 30 min? Hour? thinking about Phoenix and trying to ignore my sinuses before I finally got up and had an Alka-Seltzer. Leo was passed out on the couch, so I used his computer to try to enter the FTD contest. Still nothing, and Leo woke up after that, so I just finished up my Alka-Seltzer and went to bed.