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sigmastolenJay (01:28):
Of course I will listen! I
have orchestra on
Wednesday,
unfortunately, at that time
:( soon, though. I will
come by sometime late if
we need
Me (01:33):
When is actually good for
you? I mean, instead of
you nebulously asking
me. When were you
planning to take care of
business here?
Jay (01:34):
I literally don't know, my
life has been chaos since
the hospital. I'm
borderline homeless. I'll
let you know tomorrow?
Sleepytime
Me (01:35):
Sure. Sleep well.
Jay (01:35):
:)
So at least I didn't have to play the waiting game for too long? Although I ended up being strangely good-spirited during the intervening hours. Possibly because I've been fangirling Doctor Who. Right after the last instalment I made another post about how anxious I was but it kept veering off into thoughts that were far too honest and rational and wise for me to sort out right now, so I've hid it away. I might show you later. But for now, I'm calm.
I'm a little disconcerted that this business isn't going off the way I had already started planning it in my head -- although honestly, there was rather a large part of me that expected not to hear from him and this not to happen at all. It still might not and I still sort of expect that. But at least on the surface of things, this seems... positive? At least for him? Whether it is for me remains to be seen.
And... he keeps saying the thing about being "borderline homeless," which... disturbs me. Because the last time I talked to his mum, she was paying his rent and utility bills, even though he hadn't, and was ensuring that he at least had money for food. Now, granted, I haven't spoken to her in a couple weeks, but I don't think those two weeks could have changed that -- even if this long silence may have caused her to write me off as not interested enough to actually help. And I know that I don't always follow through with things, but I do want to help him. He needed to come to terms with that first, though. I'll probably call her with an update after I've actually seen and spoken to him. No use getting her hopes up about this while it still has a chance to go pear-shaped. And the "homeless" talk makes me worry, in a moderate-to-large way. *sigh* Again, more as it comes along.
Of course I will listen! I
have orchestra on
Wednesday,
unfortunately, at that time
:( soon, though. I will
come by sometime late if
we need
Me (01:33):
When is actually good for
you? I mean, instead of
you nebulously asking
me. When were you
planning to take care of
business here?
Jay (01:34):
I literally don't know, my
life has been chaos since
the hospital. I'm
borderline homeless. I'll
let you know tomorrow?
Sleepytime
Me (01:35):
Sure. Sleep well.
Jay (01:35):
:)
So at least I didn't have to play the waiting game for too long? Although I ended up being strangely good-spirited during the intervening hours. Possibly because I've been fangirling Doctor Who. Right after the last instalment I made another post about how anxious I was but it kept veering off into thoughts that were far too honest and rational and wise for me to sort out right now, so I've hid it away. I might show you later. But for now, I'm calm.
I'm a little disconcerted that this business isn't going off the way I had already started planning it in my head -- although honestly, there was rather a large part of me that expected not to hear from him and this not to happen at all. It still might not and I still sort of expect that. But at least on the surface of things, this seems... positive? At least for him? Whether it is for me remains to be seen.
And... he keeps saying the thing about being "borderline homeless," which... disturbs me. Because the last time I talked to his mum, she was paying his rent and utility bills, even though he hadn't, and was ensuring that he at least had money for food. Now, granted, I haven't spoken to her in a couple weeks, but I don't think those two weeks could have changed that -- even if this long silence may have caused her to write me off as not interested enough to actually help. And I know that I don't always follow through with things, but I do want to help him. He needed to come to terms with that first, though. I'll probably call her with an update after I've actually seen and spoken to him. No use getting her hopes up about this while it still has a chance to go pear-shaped. And the "homeless" talk makes me worry, in a moderate-to-large way. *sigh* Again, more as it comes along.
