The latter half of this week has just been like that really... which is less fun overall...
Because my virus software took a billion years to download, and it was so huge, I got an email from my ISP again saying "You have 250MB remaining this month"... grrrr... so now I have to be careful about my useage until Wednesday... which is part of the reason I didn't get online until late this afternoon.
In related screwups, it seems like my computer is working a little slower with this new software on it... yaaaay, that's like the last thing I actually need... I'm hoping it's actually NOT running slower and it's all part of my overactive imagination... but somehow I doubt it.
The other screw up seems to be that suddenly I can't get profiles to open on the Australian version of Gaydar (stoopid java autoloading thing)... going through the gaydar.co.uk version doesn't seem to give me a problem, just the gaydar.com.au one... *sigh*
And to top it all off, I either slept funny last night, or something, because when I got up this morning my back started hurting... I had this problem a few weeks ago (although I don't know that I mentioned it then)... and I think it might have started on a weekend too... don't know if its a coincidence, or if it's because those are the two days I have off from my walk or what... but I like it less really... especially since it hurts to stand fully upright rather than to bend over... the latter I could probably deal with better... but this whole inability to stand upright thing is a killer.
And if that all wasn't bad enough, I just noticed that Marc is online on Gaydar too... *pokes myself in the eye for a while*
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER: God, I am such a big lamo... after I swore to myself I wouldn't message Marc, what did I just to... yeah, you got it... messaged him. At this point I don't know that I really care WHAT answer I get back, so long as I get some kind of answer... at this point a no is better than not knowing... I think...
THIRTY MINUTES LATER: Okay... so Marc just called me... and I'm officially confused... the part of me that was happy to hear from him was kind of at war with the part of my that was busily quoting the "He's Just Not That Into You" thing that I've mentioned a few times. He said I'd been on his mind, but he'd been busy... which is kind of at war with my thought of "how busy do you need to be to not be able to make a phone call?"... and would he actually ever have called if I hadn't "run into him" (okay, I deliberately messaged him, but it comes out to the same thing)... which is kind of why I didn't want to message him, I didn't want him to call me, or want to catch up with me just because I messaged him, rather than because he wanted to. He's supposedly going to call me on Tuesday or Wednesday so we can catch up and go for coffee... we'll have to see what happens.
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Some people just don't like picking up the phone and calling someone. I'm like that. But that doesn't mean I'm not interested. I guess I would just prefer a different medium for communication.
Yeah, I know... I'm exactly the same way... but I am a great fan of the text message... and if I'm being a big wuss and not calling people, then I usually resort to the text message...
It wouldn't have killed him to just send me a message and said "hey, thinking about you, busy blah blah blah"... I'd also given him a card with my email address on it, so he had more ways to contact me than just calling...
Men suck... :P
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