2005-10-28

mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gooshy food)
2005-10-28 12:33 pm

"She looks like... you!"

I have Invisible doing "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend" stuck in my head. Mostly [livejournal.com profile] talyesin's voice booming in the back of my head.

I'm very hungry today, and someone nearby has soup, which smells very good. I'm sitting on my hands so I don't go and club her over the head, stuff her under her desk, and eat her soup. Survival of the fittest doesn't seem like an argument that would fly at the bank. I'm also randomly craving a tuna fish sandwich. I rarely eat tuna, but there you go.

Also, I caved in to my desire for instant gratification and emailed Fred, just a quick ping to make sure my email wasn't lost in the ether. He doesn't work (he's been on disability for a while, not sure how long), and he's unlikely to use the phone, being mostly deaf, so the fact that he hasn't emailed worries me a bit. So I just want to confirm that he at least got the email. If he doesn't want to respond after that, well, then I can live with that.

In theory, I might see him tonight at the club. I'm volunteering there tonight, and I think his ex is as well. If I don't see him, I can at least ask her.

Yet another random thought: I don't have time for roleplaying, but damn I miss tabletop roleplaying.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Jack O'Neill at his best)
2005-10-28 11:41 pm
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*thwacks Yahoo*

Stupid thing is bouncing my emails to all my lists now. It claims my inbox is too full, which is a dirty lie.

Piss.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Emoticon)
2005-10-28 11:42 pm

Yeah, that's a pretty good reason

So Fred's ex showed up at the club tonight to let me know that Fred's been admitted to the hospital on suicide watch. It was a voluntary admission, and he should be released sometime on Monday or maybe Tuesday, depending on when an appointment with a social worker can be scheduled.

It's nearly three am, and my brain isn't really handling this information the way I'd like it to.

I don't know if I even want to try to describe what I'm feeling now. Maybe tomorrow, when I'm not so tired I can't see straight. I'm going to bed. Maybe I'll take the cats with me tonight.