October 20th, 2017

Back to work on a regular schedule. It was nice last week having Friday off for a change, almost let me forget how busy it can be. The nice thing about it busy though is that time flies.

Hal joined me for lunch again. As usual he wanted to confirm an unplanned dinner for tomorrow night. I've agreed, but I'm going to use this chance to talk to him about taking me for granted. He was pissy after this last weekend when I had already made plans to do something else. And granted, I didn't tell him, but that's the point. He's expecting me to have already made plans to be at dinner with him as if I don't have a life of my own.

And don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed our meals. Where the conversation doesn't freak me out at least. He's a nice guy, and truth be told I wouldn't mind these being dates. But I'm not sure he wants that, it sounds like he just needs someone he can talk to. The benefit for me is the possibility that he's not just telling me stories. The news articles are all real, I've confirmed them on my own, and found more. Not to mention the stories that Max has shared with me that he latched onto.

So if he's lying to me, it's a rather convenient lie. But if he is telling me the truth... That's pretty freaky.

Suddenly I realize the next show I should watch, American Gods. Or I could just go to the source and read the book.

Back on track (I'm tired, sorry, and my thoughts are wandering). Hal takes me for granted that I'll always be there, and that's what we need to talk about. Sure, communication is a two way street, and if we are going to meet regularly I need to let him know when I can't make it. But if he wants us to be meeting on a routine, then he needs to tell me that. He can't expect me to just be there when he wants without first making those plans. And no, confirming unmade plans the day before doesn't count. He needs to make those plans before he can rightly confirm them.

We've been meeting every Saturday evening, so it's kind of established. But it's been simply assumed that that is the case, and the problems we are now having is because of this assumption. We need to talk, not so I can chew him out, but so that we can put all our cards on the table and know what we expect from each other.

Anyway, tomorrow, dinner with Hal. Pizza this time. Hopefully tomorrow it'll sound better, right now I'm just not in the mood.