I hear you, smonster.
Right now, I am trying to decide what to do about dinner. Should probably text my houseguest and find out if she's doing dinner or what, but then I'm afraid we'll go out and I'll eat badly. But I need to eat something soon, and also need to go to the grocery store (...but if I go hungry, I buy a LOT more stuff)
Oh, fuckitall. I'm taking another quarter and going to bed. I'm just angry. Angry at myself, mostly, but it's overflowing to B and the world and everything, so I think I'd better just go to bed and be rested for what will surely be another crazy ass week.
Why can't weekends be three days, again? I really need one day to recover, one to enjoy, and one to be productive.
Hell to the yeah.
Prison is not for sissies.
I almost got into an argument the other day with someone who thought that prison was a cool enough place to be that it was neither punitive nor discouraging. I tried to explain you have to be pretty fucked up for it to be better than the outside, but they came back with "Institutionalisation!" Dude, it's still BAD. Just because they have some access to TV doesn't make it a country club.
Obs spoken by a person who has never served serious time.
Or any time I'd say.
Not leaving the house for two weeks has been rough enough and I don't even have to shiv anyone to watch Bonanza.
Not knowing what happened, or why we haven't heard from him, is worse than knowing he's just blowing us off.
Steph, my Psycho Ex did have a few wise things to say, and one was "Never assume malice when stupidity will explain things just as well!" For your own peace of mind if nothing else, it might be good to assume, with lack of evidence to the contrary, that for whatever reason he cannot call, or feels ashamed to do so, and that he's being released at the same date/time you already know. If Tim feels okay with making the drive to see him, knowing he might not be on the list, then let that be okay, and if he doesn't feel like it, that's okay too. Tuesday you're getting both dog and man out of your house, and let that be the way it is unless/until you learn otherwise. Just pet the doggie and think, at least she's getting some good out of this: she gets to spend a few days in a household where she's actually fed and treated well. Maybe the doggie is the one you're actually meant to help!
I will not talk about the US prison/"justice" system. Nope. Off to watch tv and not think about HULK SMASH.
cholesterol:
Why can't weekends be three days, again? I really need one day to recover, one to enjoy, and one to be productive.
FuckYeahThis. Except I need four: recovery takes two. Oh, hell, I just need to win the lottery.
Except I need four: recovery takes two. Oh, hell, I just need to win the lottery.
I remember working a job where I crammed forty hours of work into three days; I'd spend the first three days of my "weekend" in bed. And the fourth wasn't quite as enjoyable as one might have hoped.
Smishes smonster.