Monday, March 08, 2004
Still freaking insanely busy
Work is crazy. I don't even know how else to describe it. I have about 10 things I need to do by next week. I had to miss out on a dear friend's retirement party because of it. He still, however, snuck me a baileys and coffee, easy on the cofffee. What a doll. He will be missed.
Continuing with Wednesday...
We talked a little bit about some options. Nothing was decided because a mini-argument about his friend who decided to interrogate me stopped us. When he kissed me goodbye he promised to call on Thursday.
Thursday - He didn't call. I hung out with P all over the place. Underwear shopping for therapy. Oh yeah.
Friday - P was gone. I hung out with my sister and her boyfriend. We went to a couple of bars and hung out in their hotel room (it was their anniversary). It was a fun evening for the most part. Unfortunately my sister's boyfriend isn't very happy with Mix and I can't say I am either. So there.
Saturday - I had no reason to get up. I had no plans, nothing I wanted to do (except drive away but even that wouldn't work because I would have to come back). So after laying in bed for an extra hour thinking, I started cleaning my room. How sad.
Grover called me after a bit and he came over. We both wanted to do something but nobody and nothing was working for us. That sucked. So we said fuck it and went to Noodles & Co. in Madtown.
When we got back to town, Grover dropped me off. We decided to Perkins and kick hack with some friends. On my way there Drummer Boy called (11:30). I told him what I was doing and he said he'd would stop over there. So yay, right?
Hack was lots of fun. It was raining and cold and everyone was hyper as fuck. Then it got boring when Grover left. So I sat around for a bit, but then took off at 1:30.
Drummer Boy called when I was almost home. He asked if I was mad, I lied. Then he asked if I wanted him to call or come over or something. I told him to do whatever he wanted to do, but don't say he's going to do something if he's not going to.
When I got home I changed into pjs and started reading. Eventually I fell asleep, but the doorbell woke me up. I let him in and we sat on the couch talking. He rubbed my shoulders and appologized a million times. We talked a lot. And it was, umm, a fun night.
Sunday - As Drummer Boy was leaving, he said he would call. I said yeah right. He bet my five dollars that he would call that night. I am now five dollars richer.
I spent part of the day with my sister. We went on a drive to look at houses and to a nice restaurant for dessert before we ate dinner. She told me about her weekend and I told her about mine. It was a nice day.
Sometimes I have to wonder. Do I think things through too much or not enough?
Continuing with Wednesday...
We talked a little bit about some options. Nothing was decided because a mini-argument about his friend who decided to interrogate me stopped us. When he kissed me goodbye he promised to call on Thursday.
Thursday - He didn't call. I hung out with P all over the place. Underwear shopping for therapy. Oh yeah.
Friday - P was gone. I hung out with my sister and her boyfriend. We went to a couple of bars and hung out in their hotel room (it was their anniversary). It was a fun evening for the most part. Unfortunately my sister's boyfriend isn't very happy with Mix and I can't say I am either. So there.
Saturday - I had no reason to get up. I had no plans, nothing I wanted to do (except drive away but even that wouldn't work because I would have to come back). So after laying in bed for an extra hour thinking, I started cleaning my room. How sad.
Grover called me after a bit and he came over. We both wanted to do something but nobody and nothing was working for us. That sucked. So we said fuck it and went to Noodles & Co. in Madtown.
When we got back to town, Grover dropped me off. We decided to Perkins and kick hack with some friends. On my way there Drummer Boy called (11:30). I told him what I was doing and he said he'd would stop over there. So yay, right?
Hack was lots of fun. It was raining and cold and everyone was hyper as fuck. Then it got boring when Grover left. So I sat around for a bit, but then took off at 1:30.
Drummer Boy called when I was almost home. He asked if I was mad, I lied. Then he asked if I wanted him to call or come over or something. I told him to do whatever he wanted to do, but don't say he's going to do something if he's not going to.
When I got home I changed into pjs and started reading. Eventually I fell asleep, but the doorbell woke me up. I let him in and we sat on the couch talking. He rubbed my shoulders and appologized a million times. We talked a lot. And it was, umm, a fun night.
Sunday - As Drummer Boy was leaving, he said he would call. I said yeah right. He bet my five dollars that he would call that night. I am now five dollars richer.
I spent part of the day with my sister. We went on a drive to look at houses and to a nice restaurant for dessert before we ate dinner. She told me about her weekend and I told her about mine. It was a nice day.
Sometimes I have to wonder. Do I think things through too much or not enough?
