| 7:49p - Act One (con't): In that he whines and moans incessently.
So it just occurred to me that I HAVE to email Kim. (yeah I know...two full weeks since I last saw her and she's still in my head...not good. NOT good at all.) I promised her a copy of a particular picture from Monticello. I suppose I could break that promise, but it's not my nature. Of course, the weak romantic in me is happy about this. It's the pragmatic in me that curses softly under my breath. It's exactly these sort of situations that a) would probably make for a good "sleepless in seattle" type of romantic comedy, and b) make me wish I'd been more social in high school/college and as such had more healthy relationships with women. I am not in the best of moods today. I had to kank a much needed dive to meet someone at work this morning...said person, of course, never even showed up. Then Mike comes by later to tell me what a great dive he had. Grrrrr! At least I got my grocery shopping done. Of course even that provided bad vibes as D'von and I all went out to Kadena in Shook's car. Lessons learned, yet AGAIN; Shook cannot drive for a SHIT. He almost hit a car, a pedestrian, couldn't remember simple instructions, nor commit to a parking spot. Shook will *never* make a deadline, despite how much notice he has. Shook has NO sense of responsibility at times. The man just frustrates the hell out of me at least half the time I see him. He's not a bad person, I should say though, just gets really annoying at times. *sigh* So I've spent as much time with other people and with friends as possible the last couple days, which did wonders for my sanity. I am still however, left to my own devices tonight...and I've no motivation to really do anything constructive, meaning I'm left to my thoughts. My thoughts suck at this juncture in my life. Please let it blow over in a few weeks. I can't take much more of all this self inflicted torture. Having to quit smoking due to my traditional "I always smoke while traveling" habit isn't helping things much. current music: Dashboard Confessional _The places you have come to fear
the most_
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