Al? I can't, I... I'm an absolute ****bag, and I can't deal with convos today. I need to take care of business. I'll try to be on tomorrow, I swear it, but I need to handle life at the moment.
I apologize for bothering you, Dave.
I'll just be waiting. Though tomorrow's Friday and now I feel stupid for... something. I'm blaming myself right now. It's not my fault.. right? It's not one of those times where I'm the problem and you have to leave because I'm an annoying prick?
I still appreciate that you don't just up and tell me to **** off. But the lack of communication isn't good. As I've said before... You're a friend and a really nice person and I'm really glad that I know you.
Well... my mental image of you is that of a guy who is juggling eight balls and keeps taking on more. Yet you somehow manage to keep going most of the time... which is more than I can claim.
Awesome. I... Sorry for not being online most of the day. I spent a lot of time reading... made it through Shadows Linger and am one hundred pages into The White Rose.
I can't help it, Dave. I blame myself for things even if... because I feel like I'm the problem even if I'm not. It's just how I am.
... Awesome. Because... I can't help but imagine Dave as a James Bond expy. That's part of my new headcanon.. along with beating up god so he'd let you come back to Earth.