I have a headache

Two days ago my boyfriend was having a lousy day. But I was all pissed off at him and had been dreadfully mean to him. I had stormed out of his house and gone back to my own but then he called me and I could tell he was a bit teary because he started school (teaching, not learning) the next day and was nervous as all hell. So, like any good girlfriend would do I went back to his house (he lives less than a mile away, but over some wicked large roads) and gave him a lovely massage. Of his penis. With my mouth. Which I can tell you I have not done in AGES because I am so picky. My mouth has to be feeling good, I have to want it, and I can not do it if I'm hot. Not hot as in turned on but hot as in his room is a furnace sometimes. I feel so gross when I blow him whilst sweaty. Anyways, then we had a lovely fuck and he was all sleepy and much more calm (hee) and I went home. So there. My first ever legitimate-but-not-quite booty call.

Today I am at work, and I get off in 40 minutes. Then I RUN to my train, sit for a half an hour, get picked up by my best friend (who has been a right bitch as of late, to both me and my terribly intimidating mother) and drive to my next job; working a catering job for my mother's catering business. That'll get out around 11, then I have to go home and pack so I can get up at 5, shower and run to the bank (because I have 5 count them 5 DOLLARS IN MY ACCOUNT) to deposit the money I am about to make, all before getting in the car again with my right bitch a friend, only to sit for 5 hours as we drive to the middle of nowhere for the long weekend to visit her father. I'm looking forward to the trip actually, if I could just skip to noon of tomorrow. Screw being broke, screw the catering job, screw not sleeping, screw my crazy friend and her mission to talk down to me all the time. The only one who doesn't talk to me like I am an idiot one mess-up from a justified beating is my boyfriend. And that's why he gets the blow jobs, I guess.