One of my damn fish was dead this morning. I have a 10-gallon tank that's divided and houses bettas. Well, one jumped the divider. Yesterday he was just fine and this morning he was stone cold dead. Once these fish die out, I'm not replacing them, although I might keep the tank running because the cats like to drink from the filter (I had to get a plexi-glass lid cut at Home Depot to support their weight).
Mike called this morning but I didn't get to the phone in time. I phoned back right away but got his voice mail and he hasn't called me back yet. That's a first for him. I thought his voice was funny in the message he left. Here I'll allow my petty suspicions to rear their heads: he went out of town this weekend to visit a friend; I never thought to ask what gender this "friend" is. I never even thought to ask if he's seeing other people. Well, if he stone cold (there's that phrase again) dumps me, at least I don't have much invested.
Had nightmares. Realizing that I'd forgotten to take a final exam, that kind of thing. Also my best friend from high school who dumped me made another appearance. Her name's Liz, by the way. Twenty years. Twenty years! I'd like to purge this out of my psyche already; I'm sick of being haunted by this. I don't even dream about my father molesting me anymore, or of my ex-husband either, but I still dream about Liz.
12:36 PM
I was out running and boy is it muggy. Half an hour later, sweat is still streaming off me. I have to give myself a pedicure so I can wear my sandals. I'd like to get one done professionally but I read in the paper about the possibility of contracting bacterial infections from dirty footbaths, so ... never mind. Anyway, I was carrying my phone in my fannypack, just in case, and guess what. Mike called. So I took a break from running and we chatted for a bit. He's hitting the books for a final tomorrow. Man, he works hard. I'm gonna have to ask him for some pointers. I quizzed him about his out-of-town trip and his friend, to whom he referred as "he." Next time we get together I'll have to ask him concretely whether or not he's pursuing anyone else, and carefully explain why I have to ask.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 10:15 PM
3 Comments:
Holy shit I missed a lot in three days! I'll be back later when I can read all that I've missed. :)
Lois Lane
If you haven't discovered already, I suffer from chronic and intermittent written diarrhea. I wrote a bunch more this morning but left my floppy at home. :-P
Holy cow! This guy sounds great! I'd guess the thing you didn't want to tell was something you have in common and were taken back that he shared with you. I won't make any out right guess.
A hickie huh?! COOOL! Yes, that means no flirting.
How the cleaning coming along? Sounds more like a deal with the devil than the Big guy. ;)
Lois Lane
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