here's the man

Jerry came over to watch the first playoff on FOX {cuz that's the only channel I get, cringe, sorry} and then we'll go over to his place to watch the second game. Friday, we'd made arrangements to go over to Jacki's to watch the playoffs today; but she wasn't feeling so good, so we'll get together some other time.

Last night, after Jerry and I went to Sheharazad's for dinner done right {very nice, muuUUUuuuch better than Wed, shudder, sorry}; we went downtown and walked around, he showed me where what was when he wsa growing up here {this was the library, that used to be the grocery store, oh! and the five and dime was there}. Then we went to another friend's house and had coffee and cake {ok, that was me, i had the deep dark rich chocolate cake that made my toes curl and my mouth have a party}.

After all that, we came back to my place and I showed him some pictures of me in years gone by and we watched some music videos from the 80s. Then I got the shakes, from the caffiene and sugar; I really gotta work on that, cuz I know that is more than likely gonna happen and you'd think I'd tone it down. And usually I do. And then I splurge, instead of all things in moderation. I think too it was a bit of a crash cuz this past week has been so out of kilter for me.

Jerry headed home, and I headed to slumberland and woke feeling fine. Til I started to get many calls and messages and that peaked my anxiety again. I'm on top of it, but I am not interacting with Scott for several reasons, one cuz it'd only be trouble. Two, cuz he says he doesn't understand, and that is a manipulative invitation to interact and dude, I've already told him a number of times what the reasons were/are, if he doesn't get it by now, he won't evah get it. Besides which, it's not my responsibility to keep explaining it for him. I'd like for him to get it, but I doubt he will. So there that is.

I've already spent way too much time, effort, energy, worry, anxiety, etc on him and his issues. I won't be continuing. Just a reassurance that my fickle fits are thru, and boy, am I ever glad of that!