Your Coffin Or Mine?

There was nothing new to report on Wednesday, a terrible storm is all, spent the night sleeping. Cable got knocked out, so no Project Runway, even once things died down enough that I would have dared to put the television on. Power went out twice, had to keep resetting my clock. The worst was the horrific lightning and my being too afraid to go to the bathroom since the skylight is directly above the toilet. All I could imagine was getting struck by lightning whilst taking a piss. What a way to go.

The cold war continues with only the slightest breaks in stoicism. Using my wry wit yesterday, I attempted to bring a bit of levity to the proceedings, seeing as how the security deposit check from Fox Hall has both of our names, the bank requires both of our signatures, so I asked her to sign, she was standing in the hall as I put my shoes on to go out, and I said, "What, are we signing the treaty in the hallway as neutral territory? Come in my room, will you?" It illicited a roll of her eyes which she didn't think I saw and a small smile and "humph," but that was the extent of it. She's off today. I know I will have to rush when I get home to get ready and be out at Nick's mother's by 6, since the dinner reservations are for 7 and we need to sort out carpooling and assemble these fifteen people to get down there. I'd call her and remind her or try to make conversation, but she won't give a shit. How can she hold me in such contempt? What the fuck, man? I could NEVER act like that towards her. EVER. I hate to have to say this, but given the opportunity, I may have to throw up some money shit, some Joey shit. How everybody forgets. While I go out a lot now, I'll never forget or take for granted how she was so incredibly there for me when Rob left. I could never diminish how dependent I was on her and how wonderful she was. How is it she can shut me out, and how long is this going to keep up? How long till things return to normal, and following that, how long till another of these fucking riffs that have been reoccurring since Nick and I started dating?

Nick and I went to Club Charles last night, in the hopes that Jeremy was working and I could possibly get a white Russian, but he was not, and it was pretty slow for a Thursday, surprisingly, so after one drink, we headed to Rocket. Had a couple of drinks, sang along with some Misfits songs. Nick said something along the lines of there being things that he wants and things that he needs, and me being the rare combination of being both.

I want that more than anything.

I also want my friend to stop being fucking wrong towards me. I want Rob Farley and his posi, pompous spectre to cease having any relevance or influence over the events in my life whatsoever, this means via Allen, thus to Carmin, thus to me. I want to make $6,000 back selling my ring. I doubt it will be that much, but the $4,ooo I know it is worth atleast will be appreciated. Have to look into where I can sell it.

I'm glad it's the weekend, and that the week seemed to go by fairly quickly. My eating has been horrendous for the most part, although yesterday I held out and just had some chips and salsa around 7 pm. I would have felt even better had that been it till we go to Arcos this evening, but Nick was very hungry last night, so we hit the Subway, but atleast it is just Subway, and isn't that supposed to help people lose those massive amounts of weight, eating exclusively from there? Well, anyways, had my six inch turkey, cheese, lettuce, and mustard. Trying to hold out till dinner to eat anything, although Panera salad would be a fine thing. Shite. Got my other gift certificate for Owl Bar, so we may hit that up Saturday or Sunday, and earlier this week atleast, Nick was saying something about Cuba Libre. I guess Restaurant Week starts this weekend, too, so there's a lot of foodie goodness to look forward to.