I feel like a real dick for being so melodramatic. So stupid after my fight with Brendon, that is. I didn't have a leg to stand on. He offered to see me on Wednesday, stay Friday night and take me to dinner on Saturday night. The rest of the time he'd be working. Because I was unhappy that he wasn't seeing me for the whole Saturday, I sulked, complained and cried. DICK. DIIIICCCCCCKKKKK. Gah. This is all because I have to give up my time to let him work. Gah. I need a job. I get dinner on Saturday night! Yeah, I'm happy with that.