I seem to have gotten a cold, and a sprained ankle, neither of which can I deduce the origins of.

I woke up for work at quarter of 7am. on Sunday, feeling a little achy and with what I thought was a cramp in my right ankle.

I attributed the achy-ness and my sore throat to my recent emotional distress, having cried a lot and smoked way too many cigarettes. During my last entry I think I smoked 1/2 a pack in that hour and a half alone, many of them half wasting away in my ashtray while I was typing.

After work, with my leg by this time coming very close to being amputated for it's painful inconvieniance, I talked to Brit-boy on the IM for over 2 hours. It's been quite a while since we have played catch-up and if I go visit him in March like we are planning, I would like to be up to date on everything.

D-Bo called me while I was on-line all distressed about her daughter's father, who is worming his way into complicating her family by dating her cousin, causing all sorts of problems. It's a way to hurt her, I'm sure, since I know how he operates.

So I let Brit-boy go, promising that since I would be off tomorrow, I would be home to get his call around 1:30 pm. my time, and headed over D-Bo's father's house.

When I got there she met me and shushed me at the door, because her boyfriend Ck was there and we would discuss "things" later. I limped into her room. I'm usually cold at her house and I thought nothing of cuddling up with some blankets and watching TV with her, Ck and the baby. In doing so, I fell asleep for an hour and was woken up to move my car which was blocking Ck's in the driveway.

The baby was already asleep and I came back in to jump down with her and watch the infamous Buffy episode, which she had taped. I wasn't *that* lost, but it has been awhile since I've watched the show. The last thing I caught was last season's finale, with Buffy's death. Truth be told I rarely watch the show, or TV itself for that matter. My only must-see's were Roswell and Witchblade.

This time D-Bo was the one to fall asleep, so after the tape was over, I woke her up to lock the door behind me, cause if I didn't go home then, I would have fallen asleep again and gotten home very late. I have a bad habit of that: falling asleep at my friends' house's.

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(This is not smut, or porn and it is not always explict so don't be expecting anything)