Oct 14, 2012 16:29
FINALLY. After an entire month and a half of wrestling around with it, my car is fixed. Needs a new replacement hood and mounting brackets, but that's not gonna be hard, just a lucky trip to a pick-a-part.
After an entire month of anxiety and uncertainty, I went on a fairly good date but was still waay too wound up by life to make wicked playtime on it. That's when it hit me just how wound up and screwed up I'd become. So I unplugged, totally for two days. Zoned. Stretched. Minimized. Stretched. And was still popping joints.
I got relaxed. Life became okay again. I start getting my ducks back in a row again. For an entire FOUR HOURS.
And out of the blue, Ted shows up. Again. Kicked out of the Apple Store/Mall he was using for communication while still totally homeless/hopeless, and AGAIN, with no other options/contacts in life willing to do shit to help this "nice guy" out. SHIT. We were supposed to get up today and head for a church to get him some help and direction, and I think he's stalling me.
I CAN'T. FUCKING. DO THIS. AGAIN.
If I'm still babysitting adults one week from now, I'm gonna start breaking faces.