I feel like such shite. I wish I had a mommy. My sugars bottomed out so bad, that by the time I made it home I was listless and shaky. I didn’t get to eat my lunch during lunch time. Had to sneek a bite here, two bites there between calls. Luckily I didn’t have to worry bout cooking. My friends mom made food. I stuff three of her enchiladas down my face and proceeded to sit in the living room posting random shit on Tumblr and fb till I leveled out. I wanted to spend some time with my men to night. Alas I just started feeling human again and it’s too late to go surprise them.