My most heartfelt thanks to everyone who has kept up with me and prayed for me through this very bizarre weekend. I mean that. You guys helped pull me through.
After yesterday morning’s fiasco, I went home and wrote to you all. Then I IM’d my best friend of 10 years and, within an hour, I was knocking on his door and he was holding me tight. Ah…thank the Lord for good friends.
Chris sat me on his lap and I ranted and raved about my shitty weekend to him and his roommate, Todd. Oy, that felt good.
We ordered pizza (that ranch pizza is good) and watched an MSNBC segment on homeless youth (random, I know). Somewhere in between, Jason and I started a series of emails which ended with a very loud, very long, but very necessary phone call. I’ve never felt so empowered and so passionate in my life. I deserve to be treated well, damn it.
Todd and Chris started to dance, God luv ‘em, and as they are both computer geeks, you can imagine how hard it was not to laugh while Jason was talking on the other end of the line. In the end, we at least broached the subject of his jealousy and fears and I think we both realized that neither of us was willing to give up the other, despite ourselves.
So here I am, still in one piece, and Jason and I are still trekking along. (You’re right, Daph, it’s not like me to give up, so I haven’t, thank you.) Let’s hope that I will be refunded my money. And when I get my THIRD Powerbook (and I will get it, come hell or high water), I will coddle that thing like my next of kin.
