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Last Sunday, the 13th, Patrick came down for a little while and we watched “Anger Management” together. I’d sort of been feeling exhausted as usual and I think I was still sleeping when he actually got here. Matthew called and woke me up, and I think just at the moment Patrick was calling me too. Twenty minutes later he called and I actually noticed the beeping… he said he was at my house, haha. So I was quite… unkempt to say the least, it was fun anyway though. I had just finished my antibiotics and was still feeling very awful.

I guess Monday was spent mostly just talking with people, when Jon decided that we’d spend Wednesday together instead of Tuesday, but before the end of the night he’d changed his mind again anyway, so off I was Tuesday afternoon to pick him up. Originally we were going to see “The Stepford Wives” with two of his friends in York, but seems as though they couldn’t make it. We stopped at Issac’s in Mechanicsburg for lunch, stopped at the state store down here to realize that we didn’t know what we wanted anyway. Pretty soon it was time to head out to the movie, but I thought it would be nice to stop for a drink or two beforehand; yay for Applebee’s Mucho Mudslides… even though the quantity of alcohol in them is a little pathetic. Though a strange combo, Corona afterwards.

I figured we’d have plenty of time to get from Applebees the six miles to the theatre, of course I’d not counted on interstate construction. It worked out alright, we conveniently missed all of the previews and we able to pretty much start watching the movie immediately. “The Stepford Wives” was very funny, interesting how they’d changed what was originally a horror movie into a comedy, hehe.

We stopped at walmart on the way back to grab the makings of dinner, got that started and dove into going through that one closet of mine downstairs. It was a little bit of a surprise to discover that most everything in there was paper too, but I did find some interesting things and Jon did leave with a few things I didn’t really want that he found worthy enough of keeping.

Unfortunately all of the dust in the air after going through that stuff had quite an effect on Jon, so he asked for a Clartin D, I figured no problem. I really didn’t take into consideration that we were about to go to sleep though… and that he has a tendency to snap them in half before swallowing, totally defeating the time-release aspect. Without much surprise his sleeping patterns were extremely strange. I’d be laying there almost asleep and then randomly he’d start talking to me, loudly, about random things, waking me up completely. This happened all night long! Needless to say I didn’t have any quality of sleep, and judging from how tired he seemed later in the day, well, he didn’t either… even if he doesn’t remember acting so strange.

On the way back to his place we stopped for Rita’s… green apple mistos are sort of good, though not quite as good as the mango ones. We also stopped for lunch again at Issac’s, which made the trip back to his place seem very quick. I guess stopping at the Cedarcliff Mall (haha, that’s a joke) helped with that too. Anyway, we hung out at his place for a while before going over to his friends’ place to watch the new “The Simple Life” …which he paid virtually no attention to anyway, I always find that amusing. He was actually filling out a job application though, rather amazing in itself, which all of us helped him out a little with. We didn’t spend too long there though, basically just long enough to complete that application, I dropped him off at his house and made my way home. Jon had made mention that he’d ask me to stay if he wasn’t going to be so busy… kinda seemed like I expected to be doing something else that night given that I was anxious when I left and decided to figure out something to do instead of just going home.

Patrick had given me his overtime schedule for the month, which sort of conveniently coincides with the ‘average’ days that Jon and I would in theory see each other. Of course that also means I’d not be seeing him on my way to York or back too. Seems that I tend to call Matthew a lot whenever I get within twenty miles of Chambersburg, heh, forgetting about the time I randomly called him, figured it’d be a good time to get my jacket back from him too. So, instead of going home I headed over to his place. He told me about remembering our cigarette incident, which I’d forgotten, heh… his roomate thought he’d developed melanoma, haha. No, it was just the two of us falling into each other while I had a lit cigarette in my hand… ouch for him.

Apparently my phone doesn’t work while at Matthew’s, so pretty much as soon as I neared actual “city” Chambersburg my phone started beeping with voicemails waiting. Turns out Patrick was getting off work at 1AM instead of the normal ‘overtime’ 3AM… seeing as how it was nearly midnight I decided to go up there and see him. I figured, if I’d already driven over four hundred miles in the last two days I might as well drive sixty more to see him too.

I quickly drove back to my house, sent him a few text messages, grabbed some clothes and such and started out on my way. I got there only slightly after he arrived, I think, so that was nice… he didn’t have to wait for me much. I had a very nice evening/morning with him, and I think we actually went to sleep before the sun came up… wow!

Since it was Chris’s birthday I basically had arranged it so I’d be in Harrisburg Thursday, not so much intentionally (because I’d still probably have gone up to see Patrick), but just kept it in mind, so that if he wanted someone to spend time with I would actually be available. So sometime Thursday afternoon I met him at Target and we basically spent a couple hours hanging out in that shopping centre… He wasn’t really sure what his plans were for the evening, so I decided to just head home, stopping at Giant in Mechanicsburg for lunch, heh.

Thursday night was utter hell… which lead to the post just previous to this, I still don’t know what the outcome of all of it will be, part of me doesn’t even care anymore, because it shouldn’t have ever happened to begin with.