Aimee

So, I got a call about twenty to five this afternoon and after I hung up, I was desperately wanting (no, more like needing) to talk to somebody. I tried calling Angie, but we're in different time zones and I don't know, perhaps she was at work or something, but she didn't answer. I called Drew, but that was silly because I couldn't have talked to him about what was on my mind if I'd wanted to and he just succeeded in upsetting me further because he's gone and broken his wrist and refuses to see a doctor because they'd just end up putting him in a cast and telling him he can't ride his bike for an indeterminate amount of time, and apparently that is unacceptable. Sigh. By the time I hung up with Drew I was home and I tried talking to my dad, and that ended up being a mistake of distressing proportions. I love the man but he can be so outrageously insensitive sometimes and let me tell you, tonight took the cake. Needless to say, by the time I went upstairs I had a banging headache and I certainly didn't feel any better. I thought about calling my mom or Christie, but to what end, they're both going through their own shit right now and what I was needing was to talk not listen.

Anyway, the point of all this nonsensical rambling is, sometimes it kind of sucks not having someone to talk to when you're needing it.