I went to the Ghost Trolley (see second half of second paragraph in 10/23 entry-'a new perspective, and a busy few days') tonight but Bill wasn't there.
I'm starting to think it's some kind of conspiracy, him always being absent when I go there. However, it is helping me to create some detachment from him. If he gets me pissed off enough I won't want to be around him anymore. I do need closure, though. Which means I will continue to visit the Museum until I can talk with Bill and hear his side of that fateful event back at MTS.
Umm, what else, what else.
This coming Sat, the 4th, is Messengers' final rehearsal (our final performance and then cast party is on the 5th). My inevitable opportunities with Dave are dwindling. Hopefully he'll do something, anything, to let me know we're ok before Messengers disbands until spring of '07. He has to make the first move. He's asked me (indirectly) to keep my distance, I'm doing that. I pretty much forfeited my privilege of freely conversing with him when I scared him with my obsessive behavior. *Sigh* God, this sucks. Stupid! Stupid! I see now, like with Ed, that I can keep my mouth shut and it's alright. No harm, no foul. But of course, hindsight is 20/20 as they say.
In other news, though related, my dad is having lunch with Dave tomorrow. Before all this happened, I had told Dave about suspicions I had that my dad may be fooling around on my mom. I know, not earth-shattering in today's world, but it was a big deal to me at the time. So Dave told me he'd ask my dad about it real subtle like. Maybe that's what this lunch meeting is partly about. Or, maybe Dave will ask if Dad knows what a kook he has in a daughter.
I may get a talking to tomorrow.
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