my feet are killing me

I've been breaking in these new heels during the trip, and my toes are sore. My head is killing me from the weed party and the loudness of that. I considered sticking around for the DJ, but Chloe's party died fairly early. After she left, it dwindled fairly fast. - The band cracked me up! I'd say the positive was that I turned up, and my FB page has the quotes that I jotted down. My meeting with my nurse is on Monday; I'm out of Zopiclone, so I had a beer to try and help me sleep, plus an extra Quetiapine. I find it difficult to sleep in my own bed, let alone a strange one. I think I'm constipated... I've been eating a lot of potatoes recently due to poverty. $43.70 left from the $400 my Mum loaned me. I'll probably need more to get down to Welly. - I'm fairly certain I could live here. It wouldn't be overnight, but I could see moving to Auckland Central. It's feeling more like LA than NY to me, possibly as I've been to LA.