Is It The Weekend Yet?

So I want to apologize about last night's post... I was really not in the mood for anything.
On the bright side, I didn't actually end up eating pizza. Even brighter: I ended up not eating for almost 48 hours! I absolutely had to this evening, because since I'm sick, the medicine I like to drink like candy makes me feel really (if that's what it even feels like) high, and very easily. I took a lot of my medicine last night, and ended up sleeping for 14 hours. I'm still tired as hell, and now I'm starting to get cold sweats, even after two showers today.

I just got out of the shower again, and took some more medicine. I know it's the last thing I should do, but it takes the edge off of being sick and upset. My boyfriend said something tonight about how he "refuses to me let [me] live here when [I] don't pay bills." I got really upset about it. Unfortunately, I make minimum wage, and I work my ass off between school and crap to be able to pay him my part of the bills. Well, I wrote him a check the other day only to realize that the check was for an account I didn't have money in. I wrote him a check for the wrong account! Big whoop, really, because I already ordered the right checks, and he's mad because it's gonna take more than 2 days for them to get here. Uggh. I know it's really not a big deal, but it's just the fact that this week has been really great, except for being sick, and he has to throw a hissy on Thursday night. I know he means well, but I've already been pondering what I'm going to do if he has to move away. I'm not staying in this house without him. It's still too creepy and weird to be by myself for more than a full workday, to be honest. I'm not ready to take this mansion of a house on by myself.

P.S.: Long story short, we live in his dad's house. I've lived here for three years. My boyfriend's dad died in April, and now we're here alone until we can save the house or get kicked out; whichever comes first... It's really hard to live here without his dad, and I make sure he knows that. I hate every day of it.

Anyway, I'm pretty proud of myself for the past two days. I'm around 1000 calories for the days combined, and that makes me smile. It's a step in the right direction!

Now I've got to go find somewhere to crash for the night; my boyfriend said I'm not allowed to sleep in our room because he has homework to do. Apparently he can't work anywhere but on his bed, and it bothers me because his bed happens to be the most comfortable in the house... Grr.

Here's to no sleep and awful stomach aches!

I hope everyone else has/had a good night!