Yesterday was kind of rough, as you may have deduced from the succinct entry I posted. Instead of going into painstaking detail as to why I’ll summarize.
- Rebecca called me late in the night and we had a heart to heart about my recent actions. She feels that maybe I’m getting a little too out of control after our breakup (you guys just don’t know) and the thing is…she might have a point.
- Face seat is the worst message responder ever. I’ll write her something, and she’ll reply like six hours later. I’m not used to that shit. It’s aggravating, to be honest.
- My brother was in a car wreck last night. I damn near had a mental breakdown when the friend he was with called and told me, and because I was operating on next to no sleep I may have responded extra badly. He was sent to the hospital, but it looks like he’s going to be OK. The car was destroyed, and he was hurt pretty bad…I’m actually tearing up now as I type this. If anything would ever happen to that man, it’s game over for me.
- My assistant (and my brother’s fiancée) has been at my house all night pacing and making me even more anxious. And then she drops a bombshell on me I wasn’t expecting: she’s pregnant. She was going to surprise my brother last night with the news but…well…
There you have it. My yesterday. I was too frazzled to socialize or mess with my Diary, but I did promise you guys an explanation.
Today was basically me calling the hospital every hour asking about his progress. As I write this he still hasn’t woke up, but physically he seems to be fine. Natalie (his fiancée) is staying the night again tonight, as is Anne (my friend/client). Me? I’m going to drink and try to write.
I love you.
“For male and female alike, the bodies of the other sex are messages signaling what we must do, they are glowing signifiers of our own necessities.”
– John Updike