KNIVES OUT (still)
Yesterday sucks, today sucks, everything sucks.
That sentence was written earlier today. I don't really want to talk about what happened earlier, but I'll probably detail the situation later.
Right now I'm going to talk some more about Rick, as I'm obsessive and boring.
I stopped by last night like I said I was going to, and apparently lucked out, because though he actually got of right at 10 p.m. for once, he had to stay an extra few minutes to fill out some paperwork. He was surprised to see me (a "nice surprise") but didn't seem upset or annoyed. However, I don't think that's something I'll do often. Upon reflection, it might be obnoxious to have someone jumping at you when you're not expecting her. Anyway, this time I felt like the clingy one, and he seemed rather indifferent, though he did give me a couple hugs. We'd talked about getting together Saturday night, but he said then nothing about it as he (voluntarily, perhaps because he'd just checked his schedule) reeled off his days off, then pointed out our next mutual days off aren't for a week and a half. I said I guessed I'd just see him when I saw him then, and he agreed (even though we'd talked about hanging out Saturday night despite the fact that I work Sat. and Sun.), then stated the times he worked today and Saturday, and that both shifts started too early for me to call him in the morning, like he often asks me to. So I said I guessed I'd just hear from him whenever, and we went our respective ways home. I was slightly freaked out, 'cause there I was, finally thinking earlier that day about how my emotions are finally progressing to the same page his seem to be on, and there he was, all indifferent and nonchalant with me. Then, when I got home, he called...I said I didn't think he was going to call, and he said he hadn't been going to, just left it at that, and we chatted. He's supposed to call again tonight. As Burt B. (I think) said "I just don't know what to do with myself." I'm still needy. Is it the period?
11:14
So he still hasn't called and I doubt he's going to, because usually he calls by now. And he was supposed to tell me whether we were on for Saturday. Now I'm really annoyed. Not only do I miss him, but I need some ass, and if he doesn't talk to me tonight, I doubt I'll hear from him before Sunday. Brat.
I'll just go smoke now. Breathe Amanda. That glare will stick permanantly if you leave it on too long...