Trying

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Scott, my former protege, visited San Diego this weekend. He got in late Friday night after a million and one delays. I messaged him Saturday, asking if he was finally here. He said he was, and I wagged my tail and jumped all over him, asking his schedule, when I could see him, etc. He had some errands to run, but I told him to text me whenever he was free, and I'd let him know what was going on. I didn't hear from him, so I messaged him on Monday morning. He got back to me a few hours later, saying they were finally done, and he was going to a haunted house, but would be free later. Okay, just text me. He messaged me at 11, asking what my plans were for Tuesday. Just work until 4, go ahead and text me! Around 7, he messaged me that we'd have to meet up next time. Which I'd sort of figured out by this point. He talked a lot about how much weight he's gained, like I've ever cared in the slightest about that. On the one hand, it's not like he ignored me. On the other hand, I think he wanted to not see me - that his efforts were token, and possibly more to fool himself than me.

We had a ton of leftovers from the potluck at work, so I had some guac, pita, and dolmas. Actually, I had all the remaining dolmas. I used that as motivation to work out harder at the gym. I'll keep flailing around and eventually hit something right, right? #aboutmorethanthegym

Tim had asked if he could come by with his dad around 7-8, and I finally heard from him at 8:15, asking if just he and Pupple could come by. He's going to get his dad set up at my place tomorrow, even though his dad is leaving for LA soon after, and will be up there most of the rest of his trip. He's especially making sure his dad isn't there on Thursday, since I'm seeing Norman. Kicked him out at 10. Hover might possibly recognize the sound of his chip container being opened, because as soon as I did, he ran out from his apartment and into his cage.