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Where do I start?
I had a falling out with a friend today. It sucked. Credibility is a delicate thing, so fragile that even someone you've never met can break it. I don't know what happened, can't do anything to fix it and I'm just sick about it. And, even seeing it from my friend's perspective doesn't help; knowing that they are caught between two trusts and in an impossible situation to resolve doesn't give me any recourse to do anything. Except wait. I don't know if this is permanent, or not. There may be a perfectly reasonable, simple, sane explanation for all of this. Or there may be a hidden agenda behind it all. I don't know and very well likely never will.
Have I mentioned lately that I hate being me?
The window for the Ex's car is only available from Chrysler, and it would have been better had she broken a window in one of the doors, because replacing the one she did break is going to set me back almost $600. It's that or park the car, and that's not an option right now.
Samantha is very sick. She's got the flu that's going around and spent all last night throwing up and, obviously, didn't go to school today. She's lost her quest for perfect attendance at school. I hope she's not too disappointed about that; she was sleeping when I got off work, so I have to wait until tomorrow to talk to her.
And I have to go to work tomorrow which is going to be suckage of a different sort. The good thing is that most of it I can deal with, some even just by ignoring it. Of course, that's not the part that has me anxious about it.
I had a falling out with a friend today. It sucked. Credibility is a delicate thing, so fragile that even someone you've never met can break it. I don't know what happened, can't do anything to fix it and I'm just sick about it. And, even seeing it from my friend's perspective doesn't help; knowing that they are caught between two trusts and in an impossible situation to resolve doesn't give me any recourse to do anything. Except wait. I don't know if this is permanent, or not. There may be a perfectly reasonable, simple, sane explanation for all of this. Or there may be a hidden agenda behind it all. I don't know and very well likely never will.
Have I mentioned lately that I hate being me?
The window for the Ex's car is only available from Chrysler, and it would have been better had she broken a window in one of the doors, because replacing the one she did break is going to set me back almost $600. It's that or park the car, and that's not an option right now.
Samantha is very sick. She's got the flu that's going around and spent all last night throwing up and, obviously, didn't go to school today. She's lost her quest for perfect attendance at school. I hope she's not too disappointed about that; she was sleeping when I got off work, so I have to wait until tomorrow to talk to her.
And I have to go to work tomorrow which is going to be suckage of a different sort. The good thing is that most of it I can deal with, some even just by ignoring it. Of course, that's not the part that has me anxious about it.
