The Day that Almost Happened

Today was the day that almost happened.
Got up, had a million things to get done, people to see, nothing panned out and in the end I was all dressed up with too many places to go so I just said, "Ah, I won't go anywhere" so Eddy came over and we bummed around after I finished talking to a few people on the phone.
Steve wants to get the band together, I'm all for it but I've got to focus somehow.
Sebby didn't call now I'm seeing him online and he's cool but no explanation as to why he didn't call, etc. Predictibly Sebby. I steadfastly refuse to have a crush on him. I'm going to get married to this devout guy who's entirely pure and he's going to take care of me for the rest of my life and we'll have happy children and I'll homeschool them and all will be okay. OK?
I'm reading good books now, I just have to make up my mind to spend the time reading again.
Thank God there was no mail running today.
I finished the Terelya book and I loved the last pages, especially the lines where he says really bluntly, "I don't care if people think I'm a psychopath. I've been called insane before." He really means it, too. I guess after 20+ years of the Commies calling him a nutcase he just figured, oh well, and kept right on. You can't worry about that kinda stuff forever.
Take last night, for instance. I finish Terelya's book and look at the clock, it's after 3am. I decide to check messages (I really don't check that often for some reason.) I have these two messages on there, one from Steve (and that churns my belly because I know I never call him back and I feel awful about it...he always calls the second I leave the house!)--the other is from my former "best friend" (if you can call her that) whom I never speak to anymore. Remember, this is the girl who had me in her wedding until with 10 days to go to the wire I back out and don't give any explanation. I have my reasons, people. 13 looong years of them. Anyway, she calls me to tell me our mutual friend has finally had her baby. Well, I KNEW that. I saw this woman in question just a couple weeks ago! I was on top of it, people. Then, this drama queen launches into this lecture on my voice mail about how I need to be involved with the baby and all this crap about stuff that never happened and then mocks me for not changing my voice mail in a few months! WHAT!? Is this girl crazy!? WHO CHANGES THEIR VOICE MAIL EVERY FEW MONTHS!? Furthermore, how am I not involved with the baby? Furthermore, why does this girl give two hoots what I do and how I do it!? I would've lost it right then and there but c'mon, it's 3am and I just read a book about a guy surviving the gulag without so much as a complaint. So, I prayed then turned into a lamb and had a nice sleep. It doesn't even bother me today. I hate to sound all patronizing but in reality, she's the one who's miserable and if it makes her feel better to vent on me, then hey--I'm not miserable and I'm not the one who messed up my life to get a little "hey-hey." I might be flighty, but I've never sold a friend down the river like that. Her whole thing about my voice mail was passive-aggressive, by the way, insinuating that my life apparently hasn't progressed over the summer. Ummm, yeah, and I need to respond to this insanity WHY!? She leaves her number like I'm going to call her back. Sorry, chica, that ship's sailed long ago, and it was called the U.S.S. I HAVE NO DIGNITY BECAUSE I'M YOUR FRIEND.
Boy it feels good to type this all out. Does it ever!