Misery actually loves MY company
I did not get to meet Chelsea for our date because she had a family emergency. This kind of made me a bit angry and confused, but I will explain the events that transpired in full detail. The following post may seem a bit ego-centric but PLEASE understand the circumstances behind it. On valentines day, my date did not show. But she had her reasons, as explained in the last paragraph. So please note that I am going to write this in a chronological fashion so you can see what was going on in my mind. Keep in mind though that since this is in chronological order, she does not appear to be innocent until the last paragraph so please read the whole thing before commenting.
I leave the house at around 1p or so and I begin doing my business. I leave for the LRT train so I can get a quick lunch and get things set up. I still needed to get her snacks and my snacks. Plus, I needed to do other things around the city so I had to leave the house. While on the LRT train, unbeknown to me at the time, I actually saw Chelsea and she saw me. I wish I would have said something to her or at least waved. But, just like every time I get on public transit, I say nothing and interact with no one. This is the best way to make the trip pass by a lot faster.
I then get all my errands done, heading out to the post office and mailing off bills and miscellaneous letters. I also went to china town to pick up some pocky and some pretz, a couple of my favourite snack foods. I found out about these in the anime - Onegai Teacher. Of course, I will tell you all about that later on in this blog. In fact, that might make a good post for another day.
So then, I take off for the LRT station but I have some time to kill. I arrive there at about 4pm and I head over to CIBC to withdraw some money from the bank. I withdrew just enough for a couple of adult movie tickets to the movie theatre and a couple of sodas (possibly). And I still had time to kill, considering that she wasn’t to meet me there until around 6p. So I decided to take a little ride on the LRT to kill some time. I rode to SAIT and then I went to ask a couple of questions to the admissions department at ACAD. Of course, they were closed. But I did find an ad for a PowerMac G4 so I scooped that up and called the number on the advert.
I arrive back at Chinook at around 5:30pm or so. I continue to wait for Chelsea and so far, no sign of her. Six rolls around and no sign. Several C-trains come and go and I wait. Patiently, I wait. 6:56 rolls around. I now know that she isn’t coming. So, I start making my way back home. I just wanted to go to sleep and forget all about tonight. Forget all about Chelsea. And maybe start to leave for Montréal or a city where I can be respected as a human being. Basically, I decided to stop off the C-train for a bit. I had to take a bit of a walk to clear my mind.
I decided to go to my office where I could down a couple of tranquilizers. I get into the office building and head toward my desk. I double-locked the door and threw my desk drawer open so hard that I pulled it right off it’s track. I didn’t care in the least as the contents spilled all over the floor. With trembling hands, I snatched up the amber vial holding my tranquilizers, popped the cap off, and immediately had two in my mouth and down my throat. I then reached to one of the few items left in the drawer, a silver flask, and chased the tranquilizers with a shot of whiskey. I knew the dangers of mixing alcohol with a drug, but I couldn’t have cared less at this point. I needed it. I needed it now more badly than I had in years, more badly than I ever had since the days of… that place.
After I get to Dalhousie, I get on the next 76 bus that will hopefully take me home and out of my nightmare. I miss my spot because I thought the bus would take me to a stop that was a bit closer to my house. Of course, only the 137 goes to the stop that I was thinking of so that was no good. Then I go to my computer and check my e-mail. I have a message from Chelsea from around 3p telling me that there was a family tragedy and she couldn’t make it. I am certain that she probably wouldn’t want me to explain exactly WHAT happened or WHO it happened to but then again, it seems natural.