This week-end was, at least, semi-worthwhile.
On Friday, despite my misgivings, we went to see my high school's production of The Crucible. I hadn't planned to go, because Krisco was in it, with a speaking role, no less. However, my friend Cathy asked me to go with her, because her little brother was in it, too. I haven't hung out with Cathy in a while, so I agreed.
I ran into Jon and one of the guys he's staying with. Gave them a ride to the bank and the bike repair shop. Dirk and I were supposed to go look for a sparkly, but he got back from running errands with his mother late, and then wanted to look at guitars. This occasioned a minor tiff.
So, we went to the show, which was suprisingly good. It only took me about 30 seconds to figure out how Krisco got her role. As Susannah Walcott, all she had to do was act upset. And she's got years of experience with that, baby. Anyway, she only had two lines, so it's not like she'd forget them, no matter how stupid she is.
On Saturday, we had practice. DoShu was kept at work late, and traffic was miserable, so he didn't get to practice until it was over. We hung out at Don Pablo's after practice, though. God, if DoShu doesn't end up being our lead singer on a permanent basis, I want to nominate him for our mascott. God, this guy is so funny. He had Dirk and I practically pissing ourselves, we were laughing so hard.
On Sunday, we looked for sparklies that Dirk could buy me when we got more money. We found a Lennox crystal kitty that might be nice. I'm not a big fan of jewelry. I plan on pawning all the jewelry my parents gave me, if the need should arise.
Today was spent sleeping. That's right. I have graduated to needing about 18 hours of sleep a day to feel human. I'm calling the clinic tomorrow or Wednesday, depending on the situation at work.
I also helped Dirk drop the last of his stuff off at his storage space. One box was full of papers, including old notes to former girlfriends. I plan on digging through that as soon as I remember the code to the storage place, believe me. I'm kidding, mainly. I mean, I had all the stuff at my house for MONTHS, but it simply never occurred to me to dig through it. Oh well. Anyway, Dirk unearthed his books of poetry from that box. He's written years worth of poetry in notebooks, as neatly as possible in his handwriting.
He showed me the poems he'd carefully taped back into the notebook after Krisco ripped them out and hid them. He'd written them about ex-girlfriends before they (meaning he and Krisco) started dating, you see, and Krisco was the jealous type. See, Roachboy would have the whole world believe that Dirk made Krisco the fucked-up way she is. But you know, I haven't met a person yet who said that she wasn't fucked-up before Dirk. Only Roachboy, and he wouldn't know, would he? After all, he didn't even know Krisco until Dirk had been dating her a while.
And, you know, I really, really hate Krisco. Thanks to her, I've had to help a man heal himself from the worst mental wounds I've ever seen anyone get from a relationship. She tried her damnedest to destroy everything good in him, until I didn't recognize him as the man I'd known. Her fear and possessiveness tore chunks out of his soul. He'll never write poetry dedicated to me, and he won't ask me to marry him as quickly as he asked her. As he puts it, he's not "stupid" anymore. He doesn't trust anyone with complete knowledge of his feelings anymore. And I can lay the blame for this on her doorstep.
It's good to know who I can count as an enemy. I've found that anger is a good way to ignore fear.
I'm tired, I'm lonely, and I'm talking to C-- right now. Goodnight.