Wagons are boring

Well it's been 12 days since my last drink. My pancreas feels...well I can't feel it at all which is probably a good thing. Still taking the meds. I'm not sure if they're having an effect. I think I feel a little happier, but then I wonder if it's just the placebo effect. I do know that I have no appetite. None. I've never had this much of an appetite loss in my life. I'm hoping it's due to the medication and not organ damage. Other than that I feel pretty healthy.

The Mexican texted me the other night. Just asking how I was doing. His exact words "I was just thinking of you, wanted to check in." Man I hate pity texts. I lied and said I was doing really really well. I'm doing ok - really really well is a stretch. He apparently drank a ton the night before and just laid in bed feeling like shit all day. I don't miss that I guess. That's probably why he was thinking of me - 'hmm this is something sociopathicstripper does often, I wonder if she's still alive...'

In stripper news, one of the big clubs in my city just got incorporated into the local city and now is no longer allowed to serve alcohol or have nude dancing. That is going to destroy so many incomes. This is definitely the 2nd best club in the city (and state). I'm guessing a bunch of the girls will migrate to my old club causing a bunch of issues; mostly over-saturation. It's gonna hurt the county too - lots of revenue from that club. I'm curious to see how this will all pan out. It's probably a good thing for me because I've been tossing the idea of working at said club around in my head, but not now!

The date that I kept flaking on still wants to meet me, so we're meeting up on Sunday. A friend of mine also scheduled a date Sunday, so we're going to have our dinners separately and then meet up afterwards for drinks (shirley fucking temples for me I guess). I haven't informed my date of this plan yet. I think I'll spring it on him during the dinner. Even if I don't like him, he should provide me with entertainment. He seems super testosterone-y, and those ones are always the best for alleviating boredom.

Since no real employers seem that keen on hiring me, I'm gonna start applying for waitressing jobs after the holidays. I'm regressing.