Yeah, I'm still in the office. Idly surfing other people's journals while I wait for the Gollum lookalike who called me out to call back.
I just got a call from The Ex. Well, not The Ex as suc; she'd put First-born on the line, a very tearful First-born: "I really miss you, Dad. Don't go away this weekend, I want to come over and stay..." (sob)
The Ex: "She's been like this for an hour, I didn't know what else to do."
Fuck.
A promise to take pictures of the new apartment (and most importantly, her room) and email views of Barcelona calmed the young lady down. But now I'm boiling over with rage at The Ex.
My mantra: "Happy place. Go to my Happy Place."
