Thursday, July 24, 2008

Out of It

Sparky is homeless, according to her facebook update. And I don't know why. I knew she was looking for another apartment, but I've no idea what happened. I hate being so out of touch. Working till 11:30 at night, when she works til 9 and is a time-zone ahead, sucks. We rarely have chances to talk anymore, and I don't like it. Wish there was something I could do, but for now I'm stuck. Can't just not work, Dad kinda needs the help. Leaving voicemails sometimes just isn't enough. When did life become so difficult? Oh yeah, I remember - early June. Fuck.

1 comment:

Sparky said...

I know we talked a bit about it, but I wanted to update a bit...

I'm not homeless anymore. I found a place and accepted just under the wire, and I start moving in tomorrow night.... it's just not quite what I wanted, but it's perfect for now.

Your voicemail messages always make me smile. I know I"m not all that communicative, but I love the chances we get to talk on gmail, even when we're both working or busy.

Keep plogging forward hun. we'll get there.