Is November over yet?
Nov. 21st, 2006 02:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeIt's still November. Miaow! Miaow! Miaaaaooooowwww!
I'm doing laundry, which is a Good Thing™. Overslept, which is Not Such A Good Thing™.
No one on Freecycle has a baseball bat for me. Boo.
The reason I overslept is that an old friend from school called out of the blue at 10:45 last night and kept talking until, well, very very late. I'd forgotten how much he talks. He didn't care that it was late, as he was on-call until this morning (he's in his last year of residency for med school). I'd also forgotten how much having a conversation with him isn't so much "having a conversation" as "listening to him ramble on about himself."
I think I wrote about him the last time I saw him about three years ago, but I can't seem to find the post. He's still just as fucked up as he was back then, and it makes me unutterably sad to think that he's been miserable for all these years. I've changed so much in three years, emotionally and mentally (no matter how much he insists I haven't —I think it makes him feel better to think that I'm still the same as I was ten years ago), and he's still stuck: closeted, smoking up every day to escape his reality, hating his med school training, hating his supervisors and hating his patients. God help anyone who has him as their doctor, is all I can say.
I'm supposed to see him later this afternoon. I can't think of a nice way to tell a guy who was my best friend throughout high school that no, I don't really want to see him or spend all that much time with him.
*sigh*
Well, with any luck this will turn out better than I think it will.
I'm doing laundry, which is a Good Thing™. Overslept, which is Not Such A Good Thing™.
No one on Freecycle has a baseball bat for me. Boo.
The reason I overslept is that an old friend from school called out of the blue at 10:45 last night and kept talking until, well, very very late. I'd forgotten how much he talks. He didn't care that it was late, as he was on-call until this morning (he's in his last year of residency for med school). I'd also forgotten how much having a conversation with him isn't so much "having a conversation" as "listening to him ramble on about himself."
I think I wrote about him the last time I saw him about three years ago, but I can't seem to find the post. He's still just as fucked up as he was back then, and it makes me unutterably sad to think that he's been miserable for all these years. I've changed so much in three years, emotionally and mentally (no matter how much he insists I haven't —I think it makes him feel better to think that I'm still the same as I was ten years ago), and he's still stuck: closeted, smoking up every day to escape his reality, hating his med school training, hating his supervisors and hating his patients. God help anyone who has him as their doctor, is all I can say.
I'm supposed to see him later this afternoon. I can't think of a nice way to tell a guy who was my best friend throughout high school that no, I don't really want to see him or spend all that much time with him.
*sigh*
Well, with any luck this will turn out better than I think it will.
