sometimes you tell the truth
Today has been productive.
I finally went through the storage unit that has all my shit that I brought from Fort Lauderdale...almost a year ago...and with John Trueman's help, brought much of it into the house to decide what I wanna keep, what I wanna throw away, and what I'm gonna give to John for helping me.
We're still not done. Not even close- boxes are piled up in here all over the place- but it's a fucking start, yanno?
Next, we get my miata out of the shed.
In other news, I've been having these fucked up dreams about astounded the last few nights- and his sudden unexplained abscence from the internet (and lack of reply to my emails or phone calls) at the same time really fucking freaked me out.
These dreams, seriously, are not fucking okay, to the extent that I don't really wanna repeat them here.
They all pretty much revolved around him- and in all of them, I died.
But we had a little exchange of emails (and online scrabble) this morning, so I'm less freaked out than I was.
I just wish I didn't feel like a fucking lunatic, barely clinging to...whatever this is I'm holding onto...since I know I probably come across universally as just a big fuckin drama queen who needs to shut up right now.
sigh.
I finally went through the storage unit that has all my shit that I brought from Fort Lauderdale...almost a year ago...and with John Trueman's help, brought much of it into the house to decide what I wanna keep, what I wanna throw away, and what I'm gonna give to John for helping me.
We're still not done. Not even close- boxes are piled up in here all over the place- but it's a fucking start, yanno?
Next, we get my miata out of the shed.
In other news, I've been having these fucked up dreams about astounded the last few nights- and his sudden unexplained abscence from the internet (and lack of reply to my emails or phone calls) at the same time really fucking freaked me out.
These dreams, seriously, are not fucking okay, to the extent that I don't really wanna repeat them here.
They all pretty much revolved around him- and in all of them, I died.
But we had a little exchange of emails (and online scrabble) this morning, so I'm less freaked out than I was.
I just wish I didn't feel like a fucking lunatic, barely clinging to...whatever this is I'm holding onto...since I know I probably come across universally as just a big fuckin drama queen who needs to shut up right now.
sigh.