I love how Andy's public on Facebook—at least for the most part—and that I can keep tabs on what's going on in his life without him knowing. The first time I cut ties with him, there was no social media, and I was left to wonder. Just because I don't like someone and prefer not to interact with them doesn't mean I don't care or that I don’t love them. He'll always be like family. I just can't deal with the false accusations, stupidity, arrogance, or the lack of empathy and memory.

Asked V how she was doing, and she responded. As usual, she didn't ask a damn thing about me. She usually doesn't, unless it somehow pertains to her.

Yesterday we had THREE storms in less than 24 hours! 

I took clonazepam as planned before bed. And yes, I did sleep better last time around, but I'm still tired. That's just life with chronic fatigue for you, and what I suspect is a thyroid that's getting progressively worse. Wouldn't be surprised if I were over 10 at this point. I'm cold, tired, and my weight is climbing.

Even so, we both decided to be bad today at Walgreens when he went to pick up a prescription for himself. We split a candy bar and a tube of pizza-flavored Pringles. I also got some wine and a little bag of pistachio nuts.