Posted by Temmie on July 19, 2003, at 11:03:57
I whimpered and bellyached last night. It was difficult, in the absence of daytime distractions, to escape feeling the pain -- and I wonder, as always -- where emotional pain comes from ... What its role is ... how to find the courage to embrace it, move through it, swallow it whole and come out the other side. (I wasn't able to do so). I broke down and called Paul at such a late hour, he wasn't home, and the friend he's staying with was no doubt sleeping. I spent hours looking at this "find a mate" place: eharmony.com ... interesting site some of you might wish to check out. I looked at the local Yahoo Personals -- but, you know? This is so unlike me. Better, I think, to get out and get doing things -- and see whom might cross my path.
I've got my hair in curlers this morning. Woo hoo. I'm going to put on ome makeup and go meet the "new faces" person at the modeling agency downtown. What the heck. I used to make up to $500 a day, although it's not likely I'll be in that range now. Am also going to stop in Barnes and Nobles and -- gasp -- Bed, Bath and Beyond. My son is going to need lots of things to get his dorm room set up.
I am ... somewhat fueding with his father. You know, the one who works as a voice-over artist (NBA Jam, NFL Blitz, etc.) and makes money hand-over-fist ... but shares reluctantly. Child support through the years has been a fraction of what it should have been had I been able to arrange child support collection enforcement between our two states. Anyhow, when Jared was "almost" 18, Tim decided it was time to cut us off. I'm trying to purchase tickets to get all of us out to LA, but Tim's stalling -- it's more of a story than you need here, but I'm tempted just to buy tickets for Jared and me and let Tim figure out his travel on his own. It'd be just like him, anyhow, to decide last-minute he couldn't come .... So I've got that little tussle going.
AND ... I called Paul this morning. I used sleeping medication to get me through the night (such a wimp), and -- this morning -- learned his friend is kicking him out. "It's not working out," Andrea said. "Call me back later."
Paul said Andrea thought he should go into rehab.
Not a bad idea.
In the meantime, I've asked if he'd pleeaaasssseee put my camera in the mail. I'd feel better having my "stuf" back -- AND -- I'll keep you posted. This is a pretty pathetic series of stories I seem to be sharing here -- but there's nowhere to go ... noone to talk with ... but you.
And I'm ever grateful for that. Thanks, Temmie.
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