i barely slept last night just because i got in so late, and it was my first night home in a while. and then i was awoken by a lovely phone call from mr.sawyer “Hey, pauls in the hospital and asking for you”

i’ve spent over thirteen hours sitting in uncomfortable hospital chairs, staring at walls, listening to my boyfriend screaming in agonizing pain. they got his surgery over with today, but will have to do another surgery at the end of the week, they think. the nurse was nice enough to set up a cot for me in his room, which is most likely my home for the next week, besides work. i am exhausted. and as if all this doesnt suck enough, unfortunately, this cancels my trip to canada with all my friends.

i dont want it to sound like im complaining. i would love nothing more than to be there for paul when he needs me.

i’m just not looking forward to sleeping in a hospital for five nights while all my friends are in canada at strip clubs and hookah bars.