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Well.
I could recap the past couple of days, but I SO don't want to. I've always hated doing that. It's best to leave it that Alan got here at 9:30 on the 1st of February, we moved him in at 11:30AM on Saturday, finished around 2 or so (just moving shit in) had dinner with his mother around 9PM and said goodbye to her around 10. We spent almost all of last Sunday with Dave and Nadia - me and Alan got high and then we went with Nadia and Dave to see Lord of the Rings, and then hung with them and watched the super bowl. Monday was his first day of work, and today is his second. He's at the subway near Tech, just like I thought. Not that far away, but far enough.
And Alan's room is tiny. He's living with the exact type of college guys I wanted to keep him from. I had wanted to try to get something arranged for August, because I feel so bad for him to be stuck there, but Michelle signed a lease with another girl today who already has plans for who's going to be in the third room. I tried to talk to Dave, but he sounded completely disinterested, even though he knows there is limited space and limited time... Whatever his plans are, he seemed disinterested in talking about them with me. I can only hope those other guys in Alan's place will leave, or something... I know they had a party last night (or possibly a drinking fest? I don't know or care to know for sure), and I have no idea how that affected Alan and him getting up in the morning. I mean, fuck... Everything just keeps getting worse and worse for him.
And I don't know what Alan's phone number is, which is pissing me off HORRIBLY, because yesterday he said he would come by the room around 6:45 er so and did not call me until 8:30 (because he got carried away in cleaning his room...) and did not get here until 9-ish. Then, today, he was supposed to come by STRAIGHT HERE after fucking work (when he got off work at 4, so it would be 4:30) and it's 5:30 now and he is not here and has not fucking called. I'm sitting here waiting, not wanting to start anything or go anywhere in fear that I'll miss him. My fucking god, if there is anything I CANNOT STAND is waiting. I can't even call his place to find out if he's even back yet or if he has decided to do something fucking else like sleep. UDFDJKFDFHJDGHDJFDHFDFHD.
And Alan's Axolotl is fucking sick because he took bad care of it and I can't get to it and I can't help it and it's making me want to cry it's upsetting me so much.
TODAY HAS FUCKING SUCKED.