Getting my head on straight

Okay, after I finished making the food for today's potluck, I really wanted to talk to my boyfriend. I'd probably tell him what happened, but I REALLY just wanted to hear from him. So I checked. He had sent me an email, but wasn't online.

Great.

So I sat there and stewed a while.

So I finally called him. He was out with a co-worker that needed a friend.

Great - now I feel terrible that I interrupted.

He called me when he was done. It woke me up, but I was able to wake up in the 45 minutes we talked. We both apologized. And he said that I could call whenever I wanted. After all, if he didn't want to talk to me, he wouldn't answer the phone (gotta love that caller ID thingie).

So I realized I had been an idiot yesterday. In all the "sweet talking" Playboy did, he never once asked what I had been through (like the brain surgery), and what my current problems are (celiac). So I guess some things never change.

Hopefully I'm less of an idiot than I was 10 years ago.