March 6 2020

6:07 AM

Sleep: four hours
Eating yesterday: hah!
Dreams: none 😢

If I could at least dream about him, maybe this would all be a little less unbearable. At least then I could push myself to get through the days, knowing I'd see him in my dreams.

But nope; I can't even have that small comfort. 

7:38 PM

Memory Strong-Smith is a sly minx: she came by to borrow my fabulous cowboy boots for her next show, and didn't want to come empty-handed.

So she brought me a pack of cigarettes (🤣) and a volcano roll from Oishii (because James Bealor is an equally sly minx and told her I'd like that).

Those bitches conspired to force me to eat, and they WILL pay.

I love my friends.