Ugh.

I hate doing the right thing. It sucks. Maybe that's why I have such a problem with it. This past week went by fast. I turned in my Research final and I have one paper left to write...it's due Monday. Blech. El tóxico is still around and I'm not sure what to do. We still haven't had the talk, I don't trust him at all, and he just called and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out and watch a movie tonight. I should say no. I have to go...

Later...
I did say no. I actually encouraged him to go to a co-worker's party. I went out to dinner with two lovely friends. Now I'm home and sporadically working on this stupid paper that is completely meaningless. I'm getting a lot done except that my typing sucks more than usual after 2 glasses of wine. Ha.

OK, a little more writing and I'm off to bed. Cuz my baaaaaack hurts. Seriously, though, it really does.