I love you Mali!
Some notes, following yesterday's emo-belm:
- I had an awesome, awesome sleep last night. Literally out for the count for fucking hours. I feel so much better today, it's unreal!
- My father is buying a van for his business in the next couple of weeks and is temporarily giving me his car, so I can sell mine and still get about and stuff. Yes, his car is a shitty Rover 45, but it'll do the job for a while. Dear God will I miss my car though.
- I am already dramatically reducing my social commitments, although none of it was particularly expensive anyway, mostly just going round to friends for chats, pizza and movies. I may have a band practice night one night this week as well as at the weekend, since we'd like to push things along a bit there. No other plans, except for the below:
- A second date with the girl from last Friday. Just dinner somewhere, nothing fancy. We got on really well last time, so it'd be nice to possibly get a friend out of it if nothing else. I've been quite honest with her, she knows I'm living with my parents following a breakup in January, and she hasn't run a mile yet. I'd like to try to ascertain on Thursday whether or not this is because she's mental, and then base further decisions on that. I currently have zero plans on making her pregnant.
The above point is something I have been encouraged to do my numerous RL friends and even my bloody parents, although I get the feeling that the Beex hive mind is casting it's shadowy nod of disapproval on me for this. I did have a nice time seeing this girl last week, though also did drink a fair bit. Won't be able to do that this time as I'll be driving, so I figure I'll see how my sober mind feels about it at the end before deciding if I wish to pursue this any further. Two dates almost a week apart does not a committed relationship make, so I don't see any problem at blowing it off at that stage if that's what I decide is for the best.
Besides which *takes deep breath* last time I saw her, the ex had rearranged our bedroom in the flat to better accommodate her sole occupancy of it and promised Zioette's old bedroom to a friend of hers, who's moving in in about a weeks time. The only remaining evidence I was ever there are an empty TV stand and an empty computer desk in the lounge, as she has chosen not to replace either - mostly she seemed to be using only the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. She dumped me over absolutely nothing, just days after talking about how much she wanted us to get married, and is already now moving someone else in to the home I did so much work to set up for us all, so I feel that myself and my daughter have been treated incredibly badly by her. That does help somewhat. I do sometimes wonder why on Earth I get so worked up about someone who can treat me that way.