monday she got up at 10

she had cereal for breakfast

she called him but he was not home

she wrote him a poem

had a sandwhich for lunch

cleaned the apartment

and watched TV the rest of the day

she made spaghetti for dinner

watched more TV

went to bed

tuesday she got up at 9

she had no breakfast

called him but he was not home

painted some flowers

had no lunch

took the clothes to the laundromat

and speant the rest of the day at the gym

followed by pizza

she read a book and got totally absorbed in it

so she finished the entire thing and went to bed at 4 AM

wedensday she got up at 1 PM

and felt tired but called him and left a messege anyways

she took a lighter and lit the poem and the painting on fire

and the overdue mortgage bills

she had pancakes for lunch

and a cigarette even though she was quitting

she speant the rest of the day walking around the mall looking at people

and had dinner at mcdonalds, in a boothe by herself

she drove around for a few hours

and went to sleep at 1 AM

thursday she got up at 9 AM and felt tired

she had a cigarrette for breakfast

followed by the rest of the pack

she didn't call him because she wanted him to return her calls on his own

she had a few beers for lunch

and then called everyone she knew but no one was home

she speant the rest of the day crying

had a carton of icecream for dinner

and went to bed at 11

but could not sleep so she took a walk

and some sleeping pills

and finally fell asleep at 6 AM

friday she got up at 4 PM and felt groggy

she had cereal for breakfast

and a beer

and called him and yelled at his answering machine

and called her old best friend and cried on her answering machine

and then speant the rest of the day headbanging to music and smoking pot

and had a bag of chips, ice cream, a hot dog, and pizza for lunch because she had the munchies

for dinner she had a lot of beer and lost count of how many

and puked on her kitchen floor

and passed out at 3 AM

saturday she got up at 2 PM with a hangover

called him and he wasn't home

called her mother, who scolded her for drinking so much

had no lunch

went to the mall and watched the people walk past as her head spun

then went home and cried some and cut her wrists

then had 126 advil and a beer for dinner

and went to sleep a few minutes later

sunday she did not get up

he finally returned her calls

and left a message on her answering machine saying he loved her and he was sorry

because she did not pick up the phone