You were in JAIL and couldn't go to Brown's Social House?!
This is where David S. stands me up on my own birthday, of all days!
Hi Leslie,
I hate to do this such short notice, and this is something that I never do; but, I have to cancel. I hate doing this because I was picking you up; but, I just can't do it. I was arrested and I just got out of jail. The whole thing is stupid and absurd and it shouldn't have happened; but, the whole experience was hard on my body. I didn't have any of my medication and I was in agony for 30 hours. I thought a distraction tonight would be good; but, I just don't have the strength yet to go out and be around other people.
Happy Birthday; though. I'll make it up to you. I'll treat you to lunch sometime next week, and I'll tell you the entire story. I am so sorry for standing you up on your birthday. Thanks for understanding.
Have fun tonight. I'm suffering from anxiety and panic attacks. I just have to ride it out and give myself time. It'll pass. I'm strong. Thanks, Leslie. I didn't do anything wrong. It's one big misunderstanding that snowballed out of proportion. I know... a likely story; but, in my case, it's true.
Then I checked up on him about a week later:
I'm doing a lot better. Thanks for checking up on me.
There is a townhouse on Buswell that I fell in love with; but, I can't afford it right now. It's perfect for what I need at this point in my life after being really sick, so I'm feeling a bit down about that. I really love it. I really want it! Oh well. We still must go for lunch.
We never did go for lunch, or get together at Christmas. I never got to hear the "jail" story, either! Although I did see the townhouse, at least.
Hi Leslie,
I hate to do this such short notice, and this is something that I never do; but, I have to cancel. I hate doing this because I was picking you up; but, I just can't do it. I was arrested and I just got out of jail. The whole thing is stupid and absurd and it shouldn't have happened; but, the whole experience was hard on my body. I didn't have any of my medication and I was in agony for 30 hours. I thought a distraction tonight would be good; but, I just don't have the strength yet to go out and be around other people.
Happy Birthday; though. I'll make it up to you. I'll treat you to lunch sometime next week, and I'll tell you the entire story. I am so sorry for standing you up on your birthday. Thanks for understanding.
Have fun tonight. I'm suffering from anxiety and panic attacks. I just have to ride it out and give myself time. It'll pass. I'm strong. Thanks, Leslie. I didn't do anything wrong. It's one big misunderstanding that snowballed out of proportion. I know... a likely story; but, in my case, it's true.
Then I checked up on him about a week later:
I'm doing a lot better. Thanks for checking up on me.
There is a townhouse on Buswell that I fell in love with; but, I can't afford it right now. It's perfect for what I need at this point in my life after being really sick, so I'm feeling a bit down about that. I really love it. I really want it! Oh well. We still must go for lunch.
We never did go for lunch, or get together at Christmas. I never got to hear the "jail" story, either! Although I did see the townhouse, at least.
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