
Amazing how at first Anj and I decided it was too late to bother with getting together (she'd just gotten back into town and called not that long ago), but then after she talked with James to ask a computer question, she was coming over after all. Nice of him to suddenly rearrange everything without asking me, to just assume. Jesus, by the time she actually gets *over* here, especially if she has to make a stop on the way...
So. I have *no* freaking clue if or when I'll be able to be on tonight, despite having been planning for it. Okay, so I didn't *tell* him I was considering doing something else, but do I have to tell him I'm going to be doing IM/chatting? Okay, fine, perhaps. Maybe. But when it's nearly 8:30, can't I decide I'm going to have my online time rather than the Saturday get-together--when we normally meet around *6* on evenings like these?
Criminy, people wonder why I can never predict when I can get on to talk. I swear my schedule is never fixed. Sometimes I can't bank on whether I can be doing one thing or the other. I hate last minute crap. I hate ingrained, long-established *ruts*. And I hate that Anj and I were thinking no, and it suddenly became yes. She must have figured he had my ok after all when the decision seemed to change. Bah.
And I didn't make it past ep.52. At least I got to 51. Lost big chunks of time today helping brother Dave with moving his boxes out of or house (am), and having him pick up furniture we'd gotten at Michael's church's rummage sale (this afternoon/evening). Thought it was gonna be my free day, but eh. Least I got in what I could. Dunno how much I can cram tomorrow--have Leslie's DnD game.
Dunno, maybe it's for the best. I was adoring the show, truly deeply adoring it, but was getting really down anyway. Eh.
Bah...if they're going to decide it's okay to get together when so much of the evening is toast anyway, then at the least we're going to go get something to eat. Was actually gonna skip it, but screw it. Christ, I don't even know what they want to *do*...food then, fine. Whatever. *rolls eyes*
God, I bitch over every freaking meaningless thing, don't I? 'Cause I doth suck, ya know.