Pants on Fire

I was going to post last night. I really was. I thought "Wow, I don't usually go this long with keeping my mouth shut." (Metaphorically speaking. Or however you would describe writing as mouthing and actually speaking, but really isn't.) I am not entirely sure that aside made complete sense. But neither is anything else these days. I swear someone will say something to me, and I hear something completely different. That, or they are playing a really mean trick on me. Yeah. That must be it. They tell me something and then come back later and say "No what I said was this. You must have heard it wrong." Right. I heard it wrong. Anyway.

I didn't post last night cause I took some of those Tylenol PM's. I knew with all that was in my head I wasn't going to sleep. Heck, I couldn't even sit still. I kept finding myself pacing, and fussing about like if I walked long enough, I would get somewhere in my head.

I am rather pissed off with a friend of mine. The one I was (and I stress was) doing a marketing project with. He made a comment that I had lost my enthusiasm and he was just going to progress alone. My question was - How can he know where my enthusiasm level is, when I haven't even been given the time to go over what I had done? How can he know what my enthusiasm level is, when he doesn't take the time to respond to my questions or requested needs to get my end of the project done? I get blown off each and everytime because he is just too busy with the technical end. Like I don't know about busy? Grr. My time is precious and I have given that time to this supposed project, with only the faith that what he says will happen, will. I have reaped no reward thus far for my time and efforts. Disappointing, to say the least. I spent my evening deleting programs, documents and research before the PM's kicked in. I have had no response from this person. Which just leads me to believe he was only pulling my chain to begin with.

And ya'll wonder why I have trust issues? heh.