Okay, first things first. I have a question for all of you: what the hell is wrong with you people?
No, seriously, read the comments of that last post. I'll wait. Back? Okay, good. Now let's take a look at what's wrong with this picture. Well, for one thing, you're playing third-person matchmaker, with your "oh, they'd be so cute together" and your "Poessenger." Do we not get a say in this? Also, those of you who are trying to pair me up with Screwtape of all people (I have no clue how you came to the conclusion there were even one-sided feelings there) do realize that he reads this blog, right? And that he's much less receptive to jokes than I am? And that it's kind of his job to find people? And finally, fuck you, John. I could have gone my whole life and not known what yaoi was, but since you brought it up, I just had to Google it. What the fuck. Like...seriously, what the fuck? These things you are saying are stupid. I mean, all of them.
That said, Poe and I have been talking. What about is none of your business. Any relationship or lack thereof between Poe and myself is also none of your business. Get over it.
But anyway, second matter of business. Donovan. He left a comment on that last post, and I've technically already linked to it earlier. But I guess there are some of you who probably just don't care, so I'll just reproduce it below as well:
"Thank you for this message of hope, Alan. I trust I will be seeing you at some point during my journey. You're quite lucid and amiable, for a proxy. I think I'd enjoy a talk with you in the future.
Take care until then, Messenger."
Now, I still really don't know how to take this. Threat? An attempt to get on my good side? I can't really tell. I guess the unnerving part is that he's suddenly so calm about everything when he had formerly been pissy, and between that comment and his latest post, I think that Donny boy may be...how do I put this? Playing with a 50-card deck? I think that works. He also says something about "saving" Poe (or Annabel, I guess). That's why the fact that he'd like to talk to me kind of bothers me. Am I her "captor" now or something? I mean, Don, I'd love to get in contact with you so that we both know what exactly's going on, but I'm pretty sure that we both know how stupidly suicidal that'd be for you at this point.
Money's tight right now, by the way. Poe and I have spent most of what we've saved on the bug sweeping equipment and VCR, and Jacob usually just provides us with what we need. It's not so much a salary as it is an allowance. Money for some food, the room, other general things...but really not a whole lot of extra money to spend. Jacob will cover work-related expenses (for example, if I need to update my hardware or if Poe needs to travel), but I can't exactly call him up and go "hey, Jacob, I need a VCR! Can you help me out?" Right now he's paying for our living expenses, our food, any travel we need to do, online classes so that Nee-chan can at least go to college part-time, any medication or other medical expenses that any of us may need...he's not going to pay for a VCR so that I can watch some tapes someone dropped off at my door.
Had to cut some costs, and on top of that, there's all the stress I've had lately. Haven't been eating well. Haven't been sleeping well. It's starting to affect me. Kinda funny--the insanity seems kind of unavoidable. I've been doing pretty well so far, and now that I'm feeling like I'm breaking down, it's for easily explainable reasons I wasn't expecting.
Whatever. I think I'm going to try to take a nap.
And crap. Cell rang. It's Big Brother. The nap's going to have to wait. I'll get back to you in a day or two with the conversation.
-Don't Shoot The Messenger-