I talked to mom tonight. Eric is wearing his shoulder brace and it's much more comfortable than the sling he had. He managed to put it on by himself by the time mom found her glasses to read the directions. He has another appointment with the orthotist on June 1st, but mom says he's feeling a lot better.
When it rains, it pours. They're coming out of the woodwork. Feast or Famine. Pick your cliche-- I've decided men have to be working with a Collective Mind of some sort. I'm not sure how it works, but I don't doubt that it is at work. In the past week, I've had two men I used to see message me out of the blue and hint around about getting back together. They're both really nice men and neither relationship ended badly, but it's just weirding me out a little. It's weird because each one happened as I was talking to someone new. I'm talking the exact moment. Freaky. I'm going to have to change the noise on my text messages because the current one makes me nervous now.
It seems I'm always overwhelmed by male attention when I've decided that I'm better off alone. And then what will usually happen is that I'll start to enjoy the attention and they'll all lose interest at the same time--suddenly and without explanation. Quite tiresome. Then I'll be alone and unable to find a man to have a meal with me if I paid him. Bad times.
I've dated men who work outside of The Collective, but never for long. I think I must be too far under the influence of some other force. I wish I knew what it was and how to break out of it...or maybe into it. Either way, but this fringe thing isn't working.
I need a hobby. I've said this dozens of times, but I can't find one that sticks. I've tried to teach myself to knit. I can't purl worth a damn. If someone or their gramma can help me out, I'd surely appreciate it. I've always wanted to learn to play guitar, but then I'd have to buy a guitar and pay for lessons. If anyone knows of a good poor man's hobby, let me know.
I found a girl who wants to see Morrissey with me. Yay! That's all I really know about her, but that's enough.
I'm biting my nails again. Stop me when you see it.
I need money to send my child to see his grandparents. I'm dialing for dollars. Throw some prayers and positive energy my way...or cash. Yeah, you can always send me cash. Mama is dying to see him so they can go have pedicures. Alex told his other grandparents he wants to see them and they said they'd get back to us. That was weeks ago and I haven't gotten a yes, no, or kiss-my-ass. Their loss.
I think I've rambled enough for one night. I'm glad I don't keep beer in the house. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand.
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