Milla and the Bad Day - 06/27/08 04:05 AM

In the course of one day recently (Tuesday the 24th), I was insulted by some punk kid over my shoes two minutes after leaving the apartment, yelled at to "move, goddammit" and called a "badass bitch" by a nice, friendly lady in a wheelchair I didn't even see until hearing her as I walked by. I got lost two times, missed several buses, dropped something heavy along the way I'd bought and been carrying around without realizing it, and I even got read by the cashier who sold it to me. (The handles also eventually tore off the used paper bag he put my purchases in.)

More to the point, not much more than a block away from finally making it home, my rapist drove up and followed me in his car, asking for my name and "new number" (my cell phone is off) despite me not talking to him except to tell him to go away. He eventually left. I turned the wrong way on the street that connects to ours, disoriented by fear and stress.

After I got home, quit crying hysterically, and regained my senses (with the help of a couple shots of rum), I tried to call the detective on that case. When I called, he wasn't in, so I left a voice mail message telling him what happened with Melissa's cell number. He didn't call back. I still haven't been called in to do that in-person suspect lineup. I'm getting fed up with the whole ordeal.

Then I got drunkish on two large, pre-mixed "zombies" on the rocks. I slept for 12 hours that night.

I'm going out to my Anti-Violence Project therapy appointments twice a week now, an hour a session. My next appointment is today at noon, and it's 4AM.

I enjoy the appointments, but if I even make it there today, that'll be doing quite well. (Sorry if I don't, Aleksandra!)

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