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Previous - this entry written on November 28, 2007 at 12:15 am - Next It's not that I mind her going out. I don't even really mind her going to the Egyptian Club (the local dyke bar). I do mind her leaving when she knows a) I haven't eaten all day, b) I can't eat solid food which is all we have atm, c) I can't drink soda, which is just about all there is to drink, d) I asked her before I laid down to wake me if she was going anywhere; apparently she did try but clearly failed, if I ask to be woken that doesn't mean 'try once or twice in that soft voice and if I don't wake up assume that I changed my mind about wanting to be fucking woken up and leave while I'm still out of it'. My entire upper jaw hurts, I'm seriously hungry to the point where I'm starting to get queasy from hunger, I'm hurting and lonely and actually a bit scared, waking up to an unexpectedly-empty apartment from a nightmare wherein everyone I know has suddenly disappeared/been murdered is really not cool. I called her cell phone, that's how I found out where she was. She says it'll be 'a few hours' before she comes home. She needs to be able to go out and relax sometimes, sure... ...but, y'know, maybe not when we're pretty much broke and I'm likely to be waking up disoriented and in pain. She did leave a note on the computer, a vague 'I'm going out'. The only reason I saw it was because I decided it was worth the pain of sitting up long enough to rant a bit and get this out of my system. So very Not A Helpful Note. I know I'm overreacting a bit, but dammit, I haven't eaten all day and I just had four teeth pulled, I think expecting me to be calm and reasonable is sort of like expecting a whale not to be wet. *mutter* I'm going back to laying down and trying not to drool blood.
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