The Man Who Stole A Leopard in Every day scata

Duran Duran

Yesterday was a bad day. I had three clients, and it just really wore me out. I was hurting, and very depressed because.... fuck, man. How long can I keep this up?

I’m in pain 24 hours a day. I feel like I get no sleep even if I sleep a good 9 hours. ::sigh::

I don’t have a choice, though, do I? I need to make money some how. I just seem to be killing myself doing so.

Sometimes I just wish someone would take care of me… I mean, like, baby me. lol how pathetic. I want to lay in bed and have someone ask if they can get me something then get me a coffee or whatever.

I broke down and made an appointment with a massage therapist… did I already say that? Of course, my shoulder is no longer useless since I called. It always fucking happens. Like bringing your car to the garage “it’s making this chunka chunka squeeeee noise” When the tech takes your car out, not a peep is made. Same with my shoulder… oh hold on Ty needs me.

Tomorrow I go to a new clients house. I’m really wishing for a dust mask seeing I don’t have any allergy meds and the dust is THICK there. Might be a good thing for me to buy, eh?

Eh. I’ll try to catch up (yet again) soon.