I was upset and feeling like a big pile of doodoo and then ya know what? He called me back around 2 and we stayed on the phone damn near ALL day.
We didn't mention the fight... we just talked and joked around and he was nice and stuff. I mean it wasn't like he was overly loving or anything... but he wasn't being mean and he did say a few nice things.
It meant a lot that he actually called me back not very long after we got off the phone. And to top that off... it was awesome that we actually had such a decent and nice conversation. No fighting or hurt feelings... just joking around and shit like that. It was nice.
Anyhow. I had my grandma show me how to crochet. So I'm in the process of making alfred a blanket. It's probably the ugliest thing I've ever seen... seeing as i'm not too good at crocheting yet and it kinda has lumps and bumps in places... but I think he'll like it anyway.
Aw well. At least I'm doing something, yes?