Since Thursday
It’s been a while since I last posted. In part because my sleep patterns were disrupted, and in part because I really had very little to write about. It’s been five days since my last post. At least now I have something to post about.
Last Friday, the 20th, was the first day of classes. I didn’t get any sleep the night before, in large part because Charity kept calling me asking me to come over and spend the night. I refused for a number of reasons, the biggest being I can’t sleep when I’m there. Of course, I ended up not sleeping anyway which was very annoying, because I had classes, then work from 6 pm to 11 pm, so it was a very rough day. Why Cha wanted me to come over and spend the night, I don’t know, except that she is scared of something.
Classes were pretty okay. I don’t think I’m much gonna enjoy visual storytelling though, it’s not as I initially thought, about comic books and related media, which means my interest in the class is now zero. It’s one of those classes that has no bearing on my chosen field of study and no real-life application, which would have been okay if it was at least something I was interested in. But it fulfills one of those nebulous requirements for my degree, probably creative arts or some such nonsense. The only good thing about the class is I met an attractive and interesting young lady in this class. Her name, she says, is Mystery, and she assured me it’s her given name and not a nickname. What really got my interest though is she’s a gamer, as in D&D (well and video games, but tabletop RPGs are what’s important to me). In fact we walked together from the English Philosophy Building to the Student Union Building (roughly 250 meters) and she spent the whole time regaling me with the story of one of her D&D characters. I did make a bit of a fool of myself. I wanted to know if her significant other would have any issues with me befriending her (some guys are like that), so I asked her if she had a boyfriend. Which is not really what I wanted to know, and would certainly give the wrong impression. I did catch myself almost immediately and rephrased my question in a more appropriate form, and it seemed no harm done.
Another note on the feminine friendship front. I went by my last semester’s macroeconomics teacher’s office and said hi. She seemed genuinely happy to see me, and I will definitely have to go by again sometime, hopefully when she’s not with a student. I didn’t stay and chat because she was with a student when I went by so all I did was say hi, though she seemed interested in a longer chat. Ostensibly I went up there to locate my intermediate macroeconomics teacher’s office for future reference, but didn’t see any harm in swinging by.
Sunday I did laundry and got my head shaved. My hair was starting to get long enough to be annoying. I stayed to watch a movie with Cha, I can’t recall which one it was at this time though.
I missed school on Monday. I missed my morning class because I was mildly sick, a stomach issue. I had intended to go to my afternoon class, but I either forgot to set an alarm or slept through it. Thus, I missed both classes on Monday. Not exactly a good start to the semester. Much as I don’t care for (or about) the visual storytelling class, I did want to see Mystery again. Oh well, there’s always Wednesday.
Monday while I was getting ready for work, Cha called me and again asked if I could spend the night at her place. This time, because I had nowhere to be the next day, I agreed. She won’t tell me why though except to say that something is scaring her. She won’t tell me what it is, but I’m beginning to suspect it’s something of a supernatural nature. She has repeatedly assured me that she’s not trying to get back together or have sex, which I didn’t think at all. She doesn’t understand my reluctance to spend the night. It’s because we’re not together. Having me there when she’s scared, is a benefit of being married to me. I don’t feel she should enjoy that benefit since she left me. To borrow an analogy, she threw the cow out, why should she get the milk for free? I spent the night for several reasons, the promise of free food, and curiosity as to why she was so eager (I’d almost say desperate) for me to spend the night. I got the one, but not the other. I did try to sleep, and as always, I couldn’t. The floor is too hard, her couch is too small, and her recliner, too small and I can’t lie on my side. So, after an hour I gave up and went back to watching tv. While I was there (another reason I agreed to spend the night) I watched four episodes of Castle, or maybe five, two episodes each of Deep Space Nine, and Luke Cage, and an episode of Voltron. I also watched Volcano.
This morning, Cha asked when I could spend the night again. I told her I’d think about it. She kept pressing me, and then trying to guilt me, but I maintained I’d have to think about it, and I will. But now I’m gonna take a nap, now that I’m back in my apartment and can lie down in my bed.
Last Friday, the 20th, was the first day of classes. I didn’t get any sleep the night before, in large part because Charity kept calling me asking me to come over and spend the night. I refused for a number of reasons, the biggest being I can’t sleep when I’m there. Of course, I ended up not sleeping anyway which was very annoying, because I had classes, then work from 6 pm to 11 pm, so it was a very rough day. Why Cha wanted me to come over and spend the night, I don’t know, except that she is scared of something.
Classes were pretty okay. I don’t think I’m much gonna enjoy visual storytelling though, it’s not as I initially thought, about comic books and related media, which means my interest in the class is now zero. It’s one of those classes that has no bearing on my chosen field of study and no real-life application, which would have been okay if it was at least something I was interested in. But it fulfills one of those nebulous requirements for my degree, probably creative arts or some such nonsense. The only good thing about the class is I met an attractive and interesting young lady in this class. Her name, she says, is Mystery, and she assured me it’s her given name and not a nickname. What really got my interest though is she’s a gamer, as in D&D (well and video games, but tabletop RPGs are what’s important to me). In fact we walked together from the English Philosophy Building to the Student Union Building (roughly 250 meters) and she spent the whole time regaling me with the story of one of her D&D characters. I did make a bit of a fool of myself. I wanted to know if her significant other would have any issues with me befriending her (some guys are like that), so I asked her if she had a boyfriend. Which is not really what I wanted to know, and would certainly give the wrong impression. I did catch myself almost immediately and rephrased my question in a more appropriate form, and it seemed no harm done.
Another note on the feminine friendship front. I went by my last semester’s macroeconomics teacher’s office and said hi. She seemed genuinely happy to see me, and I will definitely have to go by again sometime, hopefully when she’s not with a student. I didn’t stay and chat because she was with a student when I went by so all I did was say hi, though she seemed interested in a longer chat. Ostensibly I went up there to locate my intermediate macroeconomics teacher’s office for future reference, but didn’t see any harm in swinging by.
Sunday I did laundry and got my head shaved. My hair was starting to get long enough to be annoying. I stayed to watch a movie with Cha, I can’t recall which one it was at this time though.
I missed school on Monday. I missed my morning class because I was mildly sick, a stomach issue. I had intended to go to my afternoon class, but I either forgot to set an alarm or slept through it. Thus, I missed both classes on Monday. Not exactly a good start to the semester. Much as I don’t care for (or about) the visual storytelling class, I did want to see Mystery again. Oh well, there’s always Wednesday.
Monday while I was getting ready for work, Cha called me and again asked if I could spend the night at her place. This time, because I had nowhere to be the next day, I agreed. She won’t tell me why though except to say that something is scaring her. She won’t tell me what it is, but I’m beginning to suspect it’s something of a supernatural nature. She has repeatedly assured me that she’s not trying to get back together or have sex, which I didn’t think at all. She doesn’t understand my reluctance to spend the night. It’s because we’re not together. Having me there when she’s scared, is a benefit of being married to me. I don’t feel she should enjoy that benefit since she left me. To borrow an analogy, she threw the cow out, why should she get the milk for free? I spent the night for several reasons, the promise of free food, and curiosity as to why she was so eager (I’d almost say desperate) for me to spend the night. I got the one, but not the other. I did try to sleep, and as always, I couldn’t. The floor is too hard, her couch is too small, and her recliner, too small and I can’t lie on my side. So, after an hour I gave up and went back to watching tv. While I was there (another reason I agreed to spend the night) I watched four episodes of Castle, or maybe five, two episodes each of Deep Space Nine, and Luke Cage, and an episode of Voltron. I also watched Volcano.
This morning, Cha asked when I could spend the night again. I told her I’d think about it. She kept pressing me, and then trying to guilt me, but I maintained I’d have to think about it, and I will. But now I’m gonna take a nap, now that I’m back in my apartment and can lie down in my bed.