Help!

[themeletor]

Alright, here's the deal.

I've been toughing it out for a week.

...I'm done toughing.
Where am I going tomorrow? It can't, won't be here. I'll do yardwork; I'll do housework. But I'll not stay here. In short, I need somewhere to spend Saturday, where I can forget I'm actually living in this red-brick ranch of screaming and chaos. Just for a day. Then I'll come back and be able to deal with another week, after which mum will leave, and we'll take it from there.

But, this weekend? I really, really need out. Seriously, I can bring my own trimming, digging, and/or cleaning tools. I'll dig ditches, I'll haul rocks, I'll start to quote Fiddler on the Roof. Just, please, get me out of here.


Comments would be fabulous; I'll check later this afternoon. Or phone would work, if you really want to catch me; you know my number. Just call it. Any time.

Comments

[tiggothy.livejournal.com]

I realised when I woke up this morning that I had actually been up late enough to phone you, and cursed myself for not.

Then I realised what a terribly bad idea it would be to phone you whilst... well, the better part of 'pissed as a fart' would probably sum it up... So thank goodness for my brain's incapacity in terms of working out time differences, eh?

*hugs 'n' rum* Hope you've managed to get away somewhere.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

You do know that you can actually call me whenever, so long as I'm awake, yes? There's that big-ish ocean thing that makes most cellphone plans moot and void.

and no, I haven't managed... still working on it