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Busy Day
I meant to take myself to a cheap movie today, but it was not in the cards. A comedy of errors stopped me, and that's probably a good thing because I hadn't read the fine print and realized that the ticket I was about to purchase was for a 3D film... and I'm not that into it to pay double.
Mom rescued me from my underfed, decaffeinated tantrum and we drove to Lyla's workplace to have lunch and wait for her to get off work. That was pleasant. While there, a homeless methhead stole a cookie and tried to steal more, making a scene and almost getting the cops called on her. That was unpleasant.
Mom rescued me from my underfed, decaffeinated tantrum and we drove to Lyla's workplace to have lunch and wait for her to get off work. That was pleasant. While there, a homeless methhead stole a cookie and tried to steal more, making a scene and almost getting the cops called on her. That was unpleasant.
Came home and Mommed, homeschooled, produced. I'm about to head to a friends for "Tacos & Targaryens," sans the Targaryens. That's about the only social life I have anymore, or even have to look forward to in this town, with Wade away and being all "meh," and Donovan leaving.
That thought still makes me choke up. I've dreamt of him the last two nights. I wish I had the confidence to tell him how much he's meant to me, but we just never got the chance to get THAT close and I don't want him to think that I'm pushing for more than he can give. I'm very satisfied with his friendship -- it's just that, at this phase of my life, that's really the best thing I've got going for me now, and I'm losing it. Okay, now I'm crying!