I don't wanna say I'm sorry....
So, ended up being saved from that little incident the other day on I-10 by Morrigan, who I managed to get ahold of after the accident Since a certain someone seemed preoccupied with God knows what-, and the good news is I'm not being charged with anything- helps when you know the officer, and said officer owes you a couple. He seemed a little concerned, what with me complaining of a stiff neck (Wonder why...), but chalked up my behaviour to me getting too wrapped up in my work, what with my "big case" with Linds.
(Speaking of which, Lindsey, got a call from the D.A.'s office today, looks like they're going to annouce that they're dropping all charges sometime tomorrow. Might want to get something together and schedule an "impromptu" press conference after they drop the bomb. Leave a message and we'll work it out later.)
Back on my previous rant, the Roadster is totaled, and while money isn't a big issue, the piece of shit of a rental car they gave me is. Managed to upgrade to a company car, but I'm going to have to go car shopping, as soon as I think I'm stable enough. I'm okay for the most part, the accident only left me feeling a little loose, and there are healers here for a reason. I have to admit, felt a little abandoned there on the side of the road for awhile. Not like I need him, I'm not that type, needy, I told him this- Christ, over a year ago. Makes you want to stop and reflect, luckily, reflection, self-introspection? Not one of my strong points. I'm more about moving on and getting the Hell over it- something my co-workers seem to know nothing about.
And I realize that he's accusing me of pushing him away. Not like I don't hold a job and am trying to keep it- some of us don't have get out of Hell free cards cause they're personal friends of the boss. Yes, so things did get a little... intense, and some things were admitted that caused some changes between us. Pardon me while I get a little defensive, whole new territory, I'm being attacked with Hellish nightmares from all sides that involve me becoming somewhat catatonic afterwards and with a slight addiction to prescription medication, and you're suddenly seeing me as weak and fragile. Not exactly something I know how to take, or something I want to get into. Doesn't matter, not like you'd even listen, and I'm not quite drunk enough yet to go there.
By the way, interesting little email this morning. Angel, this might interest you, I've had my people looking into these dreams that are plaguing us, and this is her final reply.
Subj: Investigation into current events at L.A. Office
Date: 8/12/2003 23:26:45 PM PDT
From: Mahmood, Kadira [Offices of Metaphysical Resource and Outreach, Home Office]
To: Morgan, Lilah [Executive Liason of the Senior Partners, Los Angeles Office]
Priority: High
Encryption: On
Sent In-Network
Ms. Morgan,
Despite my extensive efforts and my exhaustion of all of the resources Wolfram and Hart has made available to me, I've managed to discover very little about these dreams that are plaguing you and your fellow "associates", as you may call them. Though we had already established that there was a strong psychic connection between you, Mr. Angel, Mr. Gunn, Ms. Burkle, Mr. McDonald, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce, and Mr. Turner; we were unable to break this connection in any way, or even get it to exhibit any type of stress that could be caused by our efforts. Obviously, this reaffirms my beliefs that we are dealing with something that is completely out of Wolfram and Hart's area of expertise, and I strongly advise that you look into solutions that are outside of the firm's influence, as the answers may lie here. I apologize for being the bearer of bad news, and if there's anything else I can do for you, let me know and I'll be happy to take care of it for you.
Kadira Mahmood,
Offices of Metaphysical Resource and Outreach, Home Office
...
Kyle, please alert any visitors that I have that I'm unavailable unless they have an even stubble to angst ratio and they look somewhat concerned; I'm suddenly feeling the strong urge to bond with my last bottle of vodka in a pathetic attempt to forget about just how very fucked we are. Thank you.
(Speaking of which, Lindsey, got a call from the D.A.'s office today, looks like they're going to annouce that they're dropping all charges sometime tomorrow. Might want to get something together and schedule an "impromptu" press conference after they drop the bomb. Leave a message and we'll work it out later.)
Back on my previous rant, the Roadster is totaled, and while money isn't a big issue, the piece of shit of a rental car they gave me is. Managed to upgrade to a company car, but I'm going to have to go car shopping, as soon as I think I'm stable enough. I'm okay for the most part, the accident only left me feeling a little loose, and there are healers here for a reason. I have to admit, felt a little abandoned there on the side of the road for awhile. Not like I need him, I'm not that type, needy, I told him this- Christ, over a year ago. Makes you want to stop and reflect, luckily, reflection, self-introspection? Not one of my strong points. I'm more about moving on and getting the Hell over it- something my co-workers seem to know nothing about.
And I realize that he's accusing me of pushing him away. Not like I don't hold a job and am trying to keep it- some of us don't have get out of Hell free cards cause they're personal friends of the boss. Yes, so things did get a little... intense, and some things were admitted that caused some changes between us. Pardon me while I get a little defensive, whole new territory, I'm being attacked with Hellish nightmares from all sides that involve me becoming somewhat catatonic afterwards and with a slight addiction to prescription medication, and you're suddenly seeing me as weak and fragile. Not exactly something I know how to take, or something I want to get into. Doesn't matter, not like you'd even listen, and I'm not quite drunk enough yet to go there.
By the way, interesting little email this morning. Angel, this might interest you, I've had my people looking into these dreams that are plaguing us, and this is her final reply.
Subj: Investigation into current events at L.A. Office
Date: 8/12/2003 23:26:45 PM PDT
From: Mahmood, Kadira [Offices of Metaphysical Resource and Outreach, Home Office]
To: Morgan, Lilah [Executive Liason of the Senior Partners, Los Angeles Office]
Priority: High
Encryption: On
Sent In-Network
Ms. Morgan,
Despite my extensive efforts and my exhaustion of all of the resources Wolfram and Hart has made available to me, I've managed to discover very little about these dreams that are plaguing you and your fellow "associates", as you may call them. Though we had already established that there was a strong psychic connection between you, Mr. Angel, Mr. Gunn, Ms. Burkle, Mr. McDonald, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce, and Mr. Turner; we were unable to break this connection in any way, or even get it to exhibit any type of stress that could be caused by our efforts. Obviously, this reaffirms my beliefs that we are dealing with something that is completely out of Wolfram and Hart's area of expertise, and I strongly advise that you look into solutions that are outside of the firm's influence, as the answers may lie here. I apologize for being the bearer of bad news, and if there's anything else I can do for you, let me know and I'll be happy to take care of it for you.
Kadira Mahmood,
Offices of Metaphysical Resource and Outreach, Home Office
...
Kyle, please alert any visitors that I have that I'm unavailable unless they have an even stubble to angst ratio and they look somewhat concerned; I'm suddenly feeling the strong urge to bond with my last bottle of vodka in a pathetic attempt to forget about just how very fucked we are. Thank you.