Lil baby James is sick tonight. Throwing up, slight fever. I’ve isolated him from his brother, but I think Ashe may already have caught whatever he has. This trial has taken a lot out of me. I think I will just take my meds and get to bed. I had so much I thought I could write about, but there’s no sense until the trial is over. My lawyer thinks it will be over by the end of the week, and that couldn’t come fast enough for me. I am tired. I never had to get up as early as I have been, or stay alert as I have been this week, in my entire life. I have a small craving for some good sex, but Dennis is more enthused with his up coming trip this weekend, and I’m too tired to manually do anything. I need a friend with benefits like whoa.
Champ informed me last night that he’s having a party on Monday evening, starting at 6pm, and I “should” be there. Um, what? I don’t know if my trial will be over by then or not, and a party with my former drug buddy is the last thing on my mind right now.
Warm thoughts are appreciated!