Dancing is Dangerous

It pulls muscles, it gives some the wrong idea, but it's a great way to give then the right idea too. Ha.
Another insane party weekend. I feel like I'm in college again or something. However, I think it finally caught up to me because I have a terrible cold and I'm exhausted.

Also, partying on top of extreme anxiety is so hard on the body.
Thursday = rain, galleries, Andrew, free wine, rock and roll show, open bar, drunker than I've been in a long time and the Russian boy is still calling me. Oof.

Friday = more rain, L got here, finally. Obviously has the wrong idea, still. Met up w/ SR in the EV. Yuppies, yuppies everywhere. Didn't get in cuz I'm not 25! F that. See Frank. Go meet up with V. wierd vibes. Suck.

Sat.= I'm sick. I'm grumpy. L is forlorn, per always. But I WILL have fun. Pills help. Party is great. Everyone I want to see. Even V for a few mins. Frank again. So odd. Made some new friends. Danced and danced and danced. Slept cramped but comfy.

Sunday= epic hanging out. L leaves, disapointed. I feel guilty. But what can I do?

I really don't want to like him more than he likes me. Will things normalize?
Dinner with A on Wednesday. I can't wait. So many questions.
Back to waiting by the phone. Will the extra xanaxs help?