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My non-work for the weekend (unless I get myself up and out for 8:00 eucharist at St.____'s-in-the-frat-quad*) was lunch and shopping with D today. She finally repaid me for some groceries I bought her sometime last month, and so I felt flush enough to pony up for the Salmon In A Bag at Red Lobster. I've got half left to eat tonight. As I got the lunch portion, which I think is half the dinner size, I feel in danger of turning into ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drood's father, who boasts of getting something like 10 meals out of a restaurant dinner. Since I had salad and biscuits and some of D's crab cake appetizer, though, I did actually have a sizeable lunch. And the remaining piece of salmon will be gone well before midnight, rather than lingering in the fridge until April.
Sometimes, when I'm irritated with D, I think to myself, "Now, now, you only she's self-centered because you never tell her anything that you're having trouble with, or anything you want to complain about. She might reasonably believe that you don't want to talk about you."
Then, as we're sitting at lunch, talking about how unhappy she is, but how much better she feels when she gets out and does things, I started to say how important that is for me, too, especially when I'm really low.
"That's so true," I said. "It can help a lot. Those first few weeks after my cousin killed himself, I-"
"Are there any more biscuits? [giggle] I just loooooove these biscuits."
Now, in fairness, she did ask "did I cut you off?" after a few minutes, and in my defense, I did give the sharing another go then, but fuckbunnies, am I crazy to feel that any sentence beginning "When [relative] died" should probably not be interrupted for anything not time-driven?
Other than that, though, it really was a satisfying few hours. I helped her get some clothes that she really needed, and get her new talking caller id set up.
And now, back to the paper chase. Reading list or research paper? Reading list or research paper?
*goes to flip a coin*
* I very much hope to go, but as I haven't been able to haul myself out of bed on schedule since Wednesday, I'm... cautious about my optimism.
drood's father, who boasts of getting something like 10 meals out of a restaurant dinner. Since I had salad and biscuits and some of D's crab cake appetizer, though, I did actually have a sizeable lunch. And the remaining piece of salmon will be gone well before midnight, rather than lingering in the fridge until April.Sometimes, when I'm irritated with D, I think to myself, "Now, now, you only she's self-centered because you never tell her anything that you're having trouble with, or anything you want to complain about. She might reasonably believe that you don't want to talk about you."
Then, as we're sitting at lunch, talking about how unhappy she is, but how much better she feels when she gets out and does things, I started to say how important that is for me, too, especially when I'm really low.
"That's so true," I said. "It can help a lot. Those first few weeks after my cousin killed himself, I-"
"Are there any more biscuits? [giggle] I just loooooove these biscuits."
Now, in fairness, she did ask "did I cut you off?" after a few minutes, and in my defense, I did give the sharing another go then, but fuckbunnies, am I crazy to feel that any sentence beginning "When [relative] died" should probably not be interrupted for anything not time-driven?
Other than that, though, it really was a satisfying few hours. I helped her get some clothes that she really needed, and get her new talking caller id set up.
And now, back to the paper chase. Reading list or research paper? Reading list or research paper?
*goes to flip a coin*
* I very much hope to go, but as I haven't been able to haul myself out of bed on schedule since Wednesday, I'm... cautious about my optimism.
