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Yeah, I really gotta update more often. Over a half a year since my last entry.

It’s 5:00am right now. I hate staying up late in the spring. Morning birds are chirping, and it really feels like they’re mocking me, and my nocturnal state of being. What rude assholes.

Nothing much new to report on. Saw my best friend, Julie, this past week. It was a good time, but I’m just upset that my messed up sleeping schedule hindered us from having more conversation. It was like, when one of us was awake, the other fell into slumber. Maybe next time.

Sunday was an enjoyable day with the parents in Philadelphia. Of course they were arguing about petty shit in the car (I swear, even though it was their anniversary, they still went at it. Hell would be an endless car ride with them, devoid of headphone sanctuary). Things corrected themselves at the Franklin Institute, where we finally saw the Pharaoh exhibit. Absolutely amazing how much priceless treasures and gifts the Egyptians placed into the tombs of dead people. DEAD PEOPLE! Probably the most splendid item in the exhibit for me was a coffin of gold, inscribed with meticulously engraved hieroglyphics and Gods. It was once inhabited by the mummified corpse of King Tutankhamen’s mother-in-law (I believe). I looked at my dad, and told him that when I die, I want a coffin like that, to which he replied, "keep dreaming."

I miss my Jonathon. We’ve been together for over a year now, and living two hours away from him, I’m just yearning to see him, and being held by him, and giving him a bj. OK, too much info, but I do love the guy so immensely, though I’m not sure he realizes how much. It’s hard for me to be as open as I should be, especially with someone as normal as my pumpkin.

I’m not going to say that my bulimia is in check, as it will never be, but it’s under control as best as its ever been, since I developed it at 17. I’m finally starting to treat my mouth like Superman, with my fingers being kryptonite, going for incredibly long spans of time without forcing vomit. And I’ve still been able to maintain sobriety since the 7^th of July. I think my body is finally beginning to thank me, being abused less by myself in a very long time. Not saying that I’m absolved of problems, but God knows that bulimia has been the most tyrannical demon I’ve yet to encounter, and the fact that I’m doing well in battling against it is worth being proud of.