Or again.

Or something like that.

Mind you, I'm also in enough pain that I might as well have been punched in the jaw, the kidneys, and the stomach. But I keep hoping something will eventually be done about that, and I keep hoping it happens soon... *throws huge hints in the gods' direction*

But.

Happy.

Nick. *huge grin*

He called. And now I have a rational email address for him, and am attempting to send him email AGAIN... if it doesn't go through this time I don't know what I'll do, but it will likely involve hunting down Bill Gates and kicking his ass.

Speaking of ass-kicking... *sighs* Ok. I've been through the excited-and-hopeful stage. I've been through the impatient-but-trying-to-be-calm stage. I've been through the seriously-impatient stage, the disappointed-and-pissed stage, the angry-and-betrayed stage. I am now heading into a brand new stage:

Presenting the Some People Are Right Bastards For Leading On Stressed-Out Girls stage. *wry grin*

I don't care as much now. I just think it was rather a cruel joke, and I wish I hadn't fallen for it. *shrugs* I mean, really. I'm worried enough. I didn't need to waste even five minutes thinking that I could relax, that it was ok, if it wasn't.

Because that's what this is about to be, as far as I can see (and yes, I am hoping desperately that I am wrong, that there was just some odd delay or mix-up, that it's all ok and that he is trustworthy after all).

Nothing but a waste of time.

*shrugs*

I wonder if I'll ever know?