Whining.

First *shakes the wireless stuff* Work, damn you, work! Or not. Grrr.

Second. My local friends suck. And now I'm depressed about it. In the almost three months that I've been stuck in my house, only /one/ of my friends has bothered to call, or (god forbid) come by and visit or hang out or something. Sure, they like to talk if I call them, or if they need to tell someone how much their lives suck, and how badly they've been used by whoever. But actually come and visit? Not a chance. That would involve actually going out of their way.

Sigh. I'm irritated, unhappy, and stuck in this house. And a little hurt, too, I guess. Maybe it's unjustified, but I thought, maybe, that when I couldn't make the weekly movie fest on Sundays because of my car, just maybe the friend with whom it's scheduled might exert himself to come out here for once. No, of course not. Just, "Aw, that sucks. Well, see you later." But heaven forbid that I not go out of my way for something /he/ wants. How is it my fault that I didn't realize that he didn't get the e-mail that everyone else did about the anime club meeting, and inform him when and where it was? Hell, if he'd ever bothered to message me, I would have mentioned it, but...

Argh.

IN Fic Thing.

Born out of a conversation with cpip, and ended up...eh. Just something that struck me as an interesting idea, perhaps. No warning codes on it, aside from a little bit of angst.

( No title, either... )