The Pedant just emailed me…to say that he’d only gotten three hours’ sleep last night due to insomnia and so he was “zombified” and in no shape to go out and look for jobs. So apparently he can in fact change his plans. Just not for me.
Can I just say, a lot of deadbeat exes have stood me up and then used “I fell asleep” as an excuse, so sleep-as-excuse is kind of a hotbutton for me. Between The Baby Duck’s bullshit the other night and now this, I am having a rough few days.
The Pedant did say he’d let me know his availability this week the second he finds out, himself (those were his actual words: the second he finds out). I appreciate that he wrote me so soon (I really didn’t think I’d hear from him for a few days) and that he seems to recognize the importance of keeping me in the loop.
I’ve been having a lot of insomnia lately, myself, and this makes me all squirrelly and paranoid. I have no idea whether it’s reasonable for me to be upset that he didn’t come over and didn’t end up going on his job quest.
Also, if he thinks I’ll be free whenever he ends up wanting to come over, he’s sorely mistaken. At present my time is booked up til Friday. A lot of these “plans” are things I could postpone, but from here on in I refuse to bend my plans for The Pedant on principle.
Okay, fuck this shit, I have to get off the computer and go get groceries.