"No One's Around Me..."

Marianne at the library guessed about Ed to-day. I was getting a bit dizzy and had to sit down, and she asked why, and I gave my usual answer, which is low blood pressure, and she went '...Aha! You don't eat, do you?' And I said, '...maybe not. why?'

As it turns out, her granddaughter has a full-fledged ED, has been hospitalised twice, and is still in complete denial, so she won't even see anyone; and unfortunately is also in college, so no one can keep an eye on to see how she is.

So then Marianne threatened me if I didn't take care of myself. ^^;;;

Saw Queen: Live at Wembley Stadium. OMG FOR THE AWESOME. It was just--crazy good. Even if I occasionally wanted to smack Freddie Mercury for changing the tune. ^^;; I hate it when singers do that. The Grateful Dead do it sometimes, too, when they're live (as we can see, I have vast experience).

Otherwise, I seem to be okay. I failed at eating to-day, but that was not my fault; and I actually read at the gym instead of watching Animal Planet, because there were other people there. >_> And to-morrow I work the bingo shift, ohdear. I'm actually starting to prefer the late shift hugely to the bingo shift. But! three days left! and exactly a week until Zara!

I haven't really done /anything/ worth mentioning. Ah, well.

Photofic?

"You are Mine, I Possess You..."

Me: Hi!
Her: Hii!
Me: How are you doing?
Her: I'm okay. I'm--whoa.
Me: Sorry. I left a comment telling you I was going to call, but you'd probably already left.
Her: Huh? I--whoa.
Me: Zara?
Her: Yeah! Yes! Sorry, I just moved in to-day, I'm still a little confused.
Me: That's okay.
Her: And you scared the shit out of me--
Me: ...Are you really Zara?
Her: I think so.
Me: Zara Lastname.
Her: No! No, I'm Sarah!
Me: Whoa, okay, that makes more sense. I'm sorry.
Her: No, that's fine, that's okay.
Me: I must have the wrong number. I'm going to call again, and if I get you again, you can just yell at me. I must have written the wrong thing down.
Her: No, that's fine. Call again.

*click* *beep-beep-beep-boop-beep-boop-boop*

Me: Hi!
Her: It's me again.
Me: I can't believe this. I'm so sorry.
Her: Oh, please, it's no problem.
Me: ...How come you didn't react when I said I'd left you a comment on your livejournal?
Her: You didn't say that, you said 'sorry for attacking you', and somebody said that they were going to attack me at freshman orientation, so I didn't even think about it. --Hey, what number are you calling? Because the one they gave my mom, she keeps trying to call it and it doesn't work.
Me: *gives number*
Her: Okay, okay, I'm writing that down. Here's the one they gave her, maybe that's your Sarah.
Me: Zara.
Her: Sarah, yeah. Okay, here's the number. *gives number*
Me: Thanks so much. I am so sorry about this.
Her: It's really okay. Thanks for the new number.
Me: Absolutely. 'Night!
Her: 'Night!

*click*

Number she gave me: *busy signal*

Me: *checks livejournal*
Me: ...ZARA MOVED ROOMS WTF.

And now I am calling the actual correct number.