For the past four days she kept asking me if given my recent business setback this week if I was sure we could afford for her to go on this trip and my general feeling was that we couldn't afford her not to go.
It's weird. When I get into a bad head space due to work I don't want my girlfriend around the fucking house. I like to be able to go out with my friends and forget work shit and then come home to an empty apartment and just brood.
Having a girlfriend home just makes me crazy because I'm constantly worried that I'll snap at her and say shit I'll regret and it just gets on my nerves. I want a girlfriend around when I'm doing well. When the shit hits the fan I need my alone time.
I can't say exactly why I am cool hanging out with friends but not my girlfriend when I'm stressed, but that's just the way it is.
Anyway, I'm trying to be hopeful about work shit. Did a test job for a client on Friday for $100 and he liked it so much he signed me to a $500 job for this coming week. And a former client wants to talk to me on Skype about a potential job that could bring in two or three grand over the next couple weeks. We'll see how that goes, but in general I feel like I'm not doing too bad for only two days of being unemployed.
My main client is also doing his best to get me paid and get me back on salary. He sent me this unsolicited email Friday night:
"I'll make sure to take care of your invoice as soon as we're
allowed to, will be back on track in no time."
When Rome Girl woke me up this morning so I could walk her to the train station I was in the middle of a dream where we were at a Cure show.
Robert Smith pulled her up out of the audience to sing a little on stage in that cheesy way that Springsteen does. But, in my dream he really got into her singing and they ended up doing duets for the rest of the show.
The last song they were doing when I was jolted awake was "In Between Days."
Make of that what you will.