morrigirl | Invisible

You will notice one of the "not a snow ball's chance in hell" items has been crossed out.

I got a new bed.

Well, not really NEW new. It's six years old. But it's new to me. Long story short, Mike and Danielle had to get a smaller trailor than they originally intended, and they couldn't fit the bed into it. So I bought it from them. Now there's a Queen sized bed in my dining room. Took surprisingly little effort to convince Mom to pull out the leaves from the dining room table so we could fit it in. Mike and I spent a good portion of the last ten YEARS trying to get her to do it, and she'd always refused. That's why Mike was never able to sleep in anything larger than a twin while he lived with us. I think she gave in just because she wanted to help Mike and Danielle out. Honestly, I don't care why she did it, all I care about is being able to sleep through the night again.

I've been going non-stop for the last three days. Feels like I've barely slept. Mike and I spent all day Friday moving the bookshelves and dresser I bought from them up to the apartment. Saturday, Mom and I spent all day finding places to put the new furniture, and afterwards we went out to dinner with Mike and Danielle. Yesterday was the official moving day. Morning was spent moving my new bed into the apartment, afternoon was spent over at Mike's helping load the trailor. We had a surprising turn out. Eddie and Lourdes were there, as were Greg and Giancarlo. Ed rigged up a fucking pulley because he was too lazy to carry the boxes down four flights of stairs. Turned out to be a really good idea, made the loading go a lot faster.

Mom and I cried when Mikey left.

Tried calling my Other Mike last night. Haven't spoken to him at length in three weeks. Have no idea what's going on in his life and he has no idea what's going on in mine. I
called at 10:00, he said he'd call back at 11:00. He didn't. I called back only to discover he'd turned his phone off. Left two aggitated messges on his voicemail. I just wanted to talk. Just wanted to tell him about my week and weekend, and find out about his. Ever since DC I've been getting the feeling that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore. Hell he HASN'T really talked to me since DC. I just want to know why. He won't even give me that. At first i thought it was me, but I've been working on myself over the last few weeks (not that he'd know,) so I'm pretty sure I'm not at fault anymore. I'm calling him again tonight and MAKING him talk to me. I don't give a shit if he's on another line, or if he's tired, or sick, or what, I'm getting answers tonight.

And thank you