So I don't know, I'm not...
I think it's my third full day here. Right now there is a compressor taking up every sound in the house, followed by the sound of a nail gun. My parents are putting in hardwood flooring and right now Dean is in the process of reinforcing the floors before adding more floor.
I can't watch CSI because of it, so what else is there to do? I have a book, but the last thing I want to fucking do right now is read when there's fucking hammering all over the place. So here I am up-upstairs waiting for Ginny to call, because I wouldn't mind getting out of the house and just driving to Tim Horton's or something. I'd even go to WalMart.
See - I don't want to leave the house alone in case I run into someone. It's like I need a support system or something - not that I have anything to be fearful of....maybe being snubbed? I am a bit of an asshole, after all.
Please, Ginny. Call me.
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