In Which There is Great Frustration
Fuck me, but I've gone all emo; all I want to do is lie in bed and not think. Just... sleep for a few days and listen to IAMX in my spare hours of wakefulness. This is definitely not on; I cannot allow myself to succumb to the emo-osity. I shall take a shower and then come back and devote meself to my homework. Possibly have some chocolate, possibly some cranberry juice. Hmm. Yes.
At some point I shall have to talk to Mike, of course. Well, bollocks to him; I'll leave that up to him; if he wants to talk to me, he can do so; these are issues that he's having, not me. I'll be perfectly pleasant to him, of course; my attitude towards him shall not change a whit; but if he wants to discuss things, that's his prerogative.
He'd bloody better, that's all.
At some point I shall have to talk to Mike, of course. Well, bollocks to him; I'll leave that up to him; if he wants to talk to me, he can do so; these are issues that he's having, not me. I'll be perfectly pleasant to him, of course; my attitude towards him shall not change a whit; but if he wants to discuss things, that's his prerogative.
He'd bloody better, that's all.