I'm Awful. (Updated)
I woke up with so much guilt, it is killing me. I missed ten calls for help from T last night. And you know why he was calling? Cause his house was burning down! And there I was, passed out, on the couch, with the TV light shimmering on my restful face.
Ugh.
Don't fret. He is fine. Basically, he threw his cig out onto the pile of carboard boxes, which caught on fire, and started quickly burning. He jumped out of his window, called his LL, and 9-1-1. By the time firefighters came, he had already doused the fire out. So, he called me after he jumped out of the window. And I was already laying in bed when I received that phone call. I felt my eyes get heavy, so I thought switching channels would keep me awake. I did that for a few minutes when I landed on E!. And then I don't remember anything from that point onwards.
Yes, I woke up at 6AM with only four hours asleep the night before. Yes, I moved my entire house from 9 to 5P. Yes, I hadn't had a good dinner. Yes, I was (am) dehydrated. All these things equates to feeling tired and sleepy.
But still, I should HAVE STAYED AWAKE! I feel so bad...enough to blog about it and confess to you, friends, and strangers. How do I go about making this up? HIS HOUSE CAUGHT ON FIRE AND HIS PARTNER FELL ASLEEP. See, this is why I am appreciative of my friends and family. I do messed up things like this. Not on purpose of course, but I should have gotten out of bed, put on music, and danced until I heard from him. Man. And, he isn't talking to me. He's (justifiably) pissed. What a way to start a new week.
Moral of the story: Don't call Chai when your house is burning down; she'll think it's a lullabye.
I'm so ashamed.
UPDATE: An email from T:
It's ok. You let me of the hook when I really fucked up in the summer, so I'll return the favor. NO hard feelings. = )
Thank god he has a good memory cause I have *no* clue what he is talking about.
Ugh.
Don't fret. He is fine. Basically, he threw his cig out onto the pile of carboard boxes, which caught on fire, and started quickly burning. He jumped out of his window, called his LL, and 9-1-1. By the time firefighters came, he had already doused the fire out. So, he called me after he jumped out of the window. And I was already laying in bed when I received that phone call. I felt my eyes get heavy, so I thought switching channels would keep me awake. I did that for a few minutes when I landed on E!. And then I don't remember anything from that point onwards.
Yes, I woke up at 6AM with only four hours asleep the night before. Yes, I moved my entire house from 9 to 5P. Yes, I hadn't had a good dinner. Yes, I was (am) dehydrated. All these things equates to feeling tired and sleepy.
But still, I should HAVE STAYED AWAKE! I feel so bad...enough to blog about it and confess to you, friends, and strangers. How do I go about making this up? HIS HOUSE CAUGHT ON FIRE AND HIS PARTNER FELL ASLEEP. See, this is why I am appreciative of my friends and family. I do messed up things like this. Not on purpose of course, but I should have gotten out of bed, put on music, and danced until I heard from him. Man. And, he isn't talking to me. He's (justifiably) pissed. What a way to start a new week.
Moral of the story: Don't call Chai when your house is burning down; she'll think it's a lullabye.
I'm so ashamed.
UPDATE: An email from T:
It's ok. You let me of the hook when I really fucked up in the summer, so I'll return the favor. NO hard feelings. = )
Thank god he has a good memory cause I have *no* clue what he is talking about.
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By 
, at 10:55 PM
, at 10:55 PM
My deck almost burned down....I got a hose and doused out the fire in the nick of time, or else, I may have been sitting on 50K of damage instead of about 1K. And what I did to chai this summer was very inexcusable, I made her feel terrible @ a time when she was studying for the bar. Either stress erased the memory, or she was big enough to forget it. Either way, she's entitled to a pass.
By , at 10:58 PM
, at 10:58 PM
You aren't to blame. T doesn't blame you for not being around. The beauty of a long-distance relationship (I say this tongue-in-cheek) is that sometimes, we have to handle tough stuff alone. T knows you would've been awake, could you have held out just a little longer. He wanted you to be there, but understood if you weren't. You are a lovely girlfriend, and you shouldn't feel badly for being exhausted from working and moving!
