These are the events:

Francis left. My boy is gone until Thursday. I can’t find my debit card. I cried to Candy, and I cannot seem to stop. I can’t stop eating candy, mostly because it’s cheap, and half because it’s just about time to go nuts.

And it’s beautiful outside. I wanna go buy myself an ice cream or some flowers, but I realize how pathetic that would really be, tear-streamed face and all trying to eat ice cream or doing something happy when I guess I really am not.