Bad day.
Wasn't a good day to begin with.
Then A asked me to meet up in the city, and ended up being 40 minutes late and didn't thing to text or ANYTHING - I texted at 20, she texted back ten minutes later, and didn't seem to think it was a big deal. Sure, not a big deal for HER, she wasn't the one stuck waiting around in fucking public where there were people EVERYWHERE. Not knowing if she was even going to bother turning up. Some days I can deal with that shit better than others. Today was not optimal. (And then all we did was go to the post office, which yeah, I knew she needed to, but it took a whole fucking HOUR, so all we had time for was going to BreadTop then home.) If she'd been any later texting me back, I would've said fuck this shit I'm going to get choc-banana pocky and going the fuck home. I was making myself wait 'till half past, 'cause I figure half an hour is more than reasonable enough time for someone to be late but forget to contact you, so she'd had. Like. Thirty seconds, my DS had died and I was seriously about to get up and go.
So that was a fucking waste of a day. Managed to get an entire scene done for pageaday; it's easy enough once I start, but fuck motivation's thin on the ground.
Am officially not checking tumblr until I've finished 3D. Fuck everyone and their non-spoiler-tagging ways. Or in some cases tagging at all. Fuck.
Then A asked me to meet up in the city, and ended up being 40 minutes late and didn't thing to text or ANYTHING - I texted at 20, she texted back ten minutes later, and didn't seem to think it was a big deal. Sure, not a big deal for HER, she wasn't the one stuck waiting around in fucking public where there were people EVERYWHERE. Not knowing if she was even going to bother turning up. Some days I can deal with that shit better than others. Today was not optimal. (And then all we did was go to the post office, which yeah, I knew she needed to, but it took a whole fucking HOUR, so all we had time for was going to BreadTop then home.) If she'd been any later texting me back, I would've said fuck this shit I'm going to get choc-banana pocky and going the fuck home. I was making myself wait 'till half past, 'cause I figure half an hour is more than reasonable enough time for someone to be late but forget to contact you, so she'd had. Like. Thirty seconds, my DS had died and I was seriously about to get up and go.
So that was a fucking waste of a day. Managed to get an entire scene done for pageaday; it's easy enough once I start, but fuck motivation's thin on the ground.
Am officially not checking tumblr until I've finished 3D. Fuck everyone and their non-spoiler-tagging ways. Or in some cases tagging at all. Fuck.