Woke up early. Did some cleaning. Got shit done. Made some things. Dealt with the prick who donated the sperm. Talked to Tim (he saw the entry and was not happy... so I let him know I was holding back a lil there... wasn't nearly as blunt as I had wanted to be.. and he mellowed, but was still pissy. So fuck him) did a lot of sitting around wondering why I was so utterly bored. Got to talk to Chad for all of 10-15 minutes before his dad woke up and, didn't need to use the phone (though he picked it up and said "hello" into it) but just wanted it to not be tied up. Apparently call waiting isn't good enough, he needs to hear it ring, so Chad had to go. Sat around bored some more, made some more things, fucked up a few things I was making, had a very enjoyable conversation with a drugged up whip_lash, tried to call Chad and was hung up on, and given the lil bit of mumbling I heard, I know it'll just be bad for him if I called back.
So I guess I'm going to go read some more of Choke, the new Chuck Palahniuk book (it's dark, seedy, very very morose... very good. Think "Filth" by Irvine Welsh, minus the tapeworm, plus more introspection, minus the brogue, plus a sexual compulsives 12 step program. Smirking, wry everyday horror. ) And maybe I'll be able to sleep.
I'll try Chad back tomorrow I guess. Sometime during the day before his dad gets home from work. Maybe we'll be able to pull of a whole conversation at some point.
Or maybe I should just fucking wait until tuesday.
I don't know. I'm kind of upset about that at the moment, so it's not really the time for decision making.
I'm just tired in a lot of ways.