Never Too Late For A Monday

The Universe must have felt bad that I missed Monday, so I get Monday today.

D caught me off-guard and I was talking about myself. He told me I'm "like a broken record" - I'm supposed to be there for him, it's not the other way around. I am supposed to listen to his problems, his medical concerns, his work gripes, and so forth. If I speak, I am supposed to supply amusement and light commentary. Serious topics, and anything to do with my feelings, are not to be discussed. As I said, I was caught off guard. I apologized, told him I would need time to come up with something entertaining, and signed off. I guess I won't be talking to him anymore.

I suppose it's better this way - better to really be alone than to be trying to be bright and cheery for some one who doesn't appreciate what it costs me while my world falls apart.