The Kit Kat Club

It's been almost a month since I overdosed and checked into the hospital. It happened in the wee hours of May 14. I was going to wait until June 14 to make this post, but I have thoughts about it now that I want to write down before I forget.

( Cut for whininess, emo-kid-ness, and potential triggers. )

Other things:
-Woke up today with cramps so bad I thought I was dying. I don't think they've ever been that bad before. I was crying and thought I would actually vomit. For that reason, I didn't make it to Penn to work on my paper. Tomorrow, I suppose.
-Ashley and I are going to go get haircuts together on Thursday. Still working out the finer points of what I want exactly, but it'll be dramatic. I hope it's not terrible.
-I just got an email from the mother of someone who was in the Bryn Mawr Girlchoir with me all those years ago. There's apparently a sort of reunion party on the 20th, to celebrate the choir's 10th anniversary. I'm really excited for it. I just Facebook friended a bunch of girls from the choir whom I haven't seen in five years, and it was fascinating to see how much they've all changed. I doubt I'll even recognize some of them. I know I'm virtually unrecognizable at this point.