"Everything is fine..." says the bunny. (Part IV)

This evening, February 6, Abby did it again. Phoned me, dumped on me, and hung up. At least this time I have lots of gravol in me (bad day), so it doesn't hurt as much. Mentally or physically.

Much.

A simplified transcript after customary greetings are exchanged:

Abby: How are you? (She never gives me a chance to answer, but hurtles on with...)

A: Craptastic. (repeated 6-8 times)

S: What does that mean?

(After many minutes of her babbling at me, I finally find out she will be quitting her job because her boss refuses to give her shifts on the grounds that her mental illness (agoraphobia) has made it impossible for her to make it to work on a bad day). She has a doctor's note, so it is documented. She says her parents will be supporting her until she can figure something out.

I suggest suing them on grounds of discrimination.

She ignores me, keeps talking, saying she is high on anger. She doesn't want to sue them.

OK.

Five more minutes of bitching away without ever letting me talk. Suddenly, there is a question inserted into the stream of wordswordswords.

Do I want to meet up on Friday after class?

Stunned, I said yes.

A: OK, ttyl (she actually said t-t-y-l). Shorthand-speak, if you will.

Clunk. *The phone is hung up.*



I want to hug my boyfriend...