Man, oh man; was last night terrible or what? I don't think she could of picked a better night to go out. Perfect timing, if I do say so myself. Let's start off with my yesterday. I had somewhat of an attitude all day because people just kept doing the dumbest things and saying even dumber things to me. I'm not going to get into detail. Just know what they were saying and doing was ignorant.

So, after all of that was said and done, I finally get a chance to talk to my girlfriend. Yay, right? Not so much. We finally get to talk when I'm on my way out. She tells me that she would of liked for me to stay home and take a nap with her because she doesn't like sleeping alone anymore. Remember that for later. Unfortunately, I've already made plans to go to the studio for a bit. On my way there, this nigga texts me and tells me to bring him a box of black and milds. I don't know why that pissed me off, but it did. Every time I leave out the house on my way over there they ask for a black. Nigga, get your ass up and go to the store and buy your own fucking black. Then if I don't bring one I'm the ho ass nigga. Whatever, anyway - I'm still on the phone with my girlfriend and I ask her if she's going to sleep. I mean, if she's going to sleep I'll let her sleep. If not, I still want to talk to her. She says "You can call me later." - Now, my problem with that is that she's going out later - how can I possibly call her later? That makes no sense. I won't be busy, she will be. Squeeze me into your night and call me when you get a chance. I'm not going to call when you're in some loud club getting your dance and drink on. I'll be sent to voicemail. That's pointless. Anyway, with my day going like it already had been - it just seemed like she was copping an attitude. So I just said fuck it and we got off of the phone. She called back trying to make things right, but it was kind of too late for me. My attitude was on it's breaking point.

Skip forward with bullet points:

• I dropped my brand new phone and dented the side while mindlessly getting out of the car after talking to her.
• I realized I'm in desperate need of a case.
  
• We went to the apple store to see if they could fix it and the dude says $199.
• Went to check about a case and it was $15.... I don't have $15.
  
• On the way home from the apple store I get a terrible headache.
• I drop them off and go home.
• Watch basketball.

Okay, press play. Now, while I'm watching basketball my headache is at it's peak. It felt like it intensified with every breath I took. So I laid there trying not to breath as much. Every noise made my head hurt worse and every speck of light felt like my head was going to explode. She's out having a good time. Even thinking about her being out made my head hurt worse because I thought about the loud music. I just said there trying to leave my thoughts blank. It took a lot of concentration, but it eventually worked. Then she starts texting me and the noise that my phone made started killing me. She tells me that she won't be going home tonight. Eh, I guess I need to stop depending on her - because I just knew my migraine would subside whilst talking to her. I just really gave up all hope on some type of relief. I took as many pills as I could and nothing worked.

Finally I get to sleep and I have two of the weirdest dreams. I had a dream that I was married to Courtnee and we went to church kind of late. The Usher let her walk past but he didn't let me go sit down. Instead, he started questioning me on why I was late and all of this bullshit. I kind of snapped and I told him "why I'm late is none of your business. That's between me and God. When you're him, you can let me know. Until then, I'll go have a seat." The funny thing about being in church and married to Courtnee was that the whole time I was thinking "I can't wait to tell Ki that I went to church today." Weird, right? The second dream was stupid. It was full of guns, dykes, illusions, police, strip searches, and tornados.

Anyway, I woke up today and my head still hurts. I think it's going to get worse if I stand up or hear music or something. I'm not taking any chances. I'm just going to lay in the bed most of the day and pray that it goes away. This is not fun. Last night was terrible. Bye now.