Dumping over txt and Quasimodo

Yesterday, we met the mate J for a quick drink and a chat which turned into a few more then one. She's been a bit out of sorts for the last while and she is one of those people who listens to everyone else's problem, who care about everyone else but never shares her own. She's an extremely private person but there are times when you can and should be able to open up to your friends. She's doing a bit better, a small bit! I know her 8 years and sometimes I feel like I don't know her that well at all. She's a good mate though and worth the effort. She's currently working 2 jobs, which would get to anyone, but one of the jobs is a cause she really believes in, it really should be a full time job and so she's just wrecked before she even starts on her second job.

I headed home early enough though, I was wrecked and had said to the kid I'd cook her dinner. Got home to find her hidden behind a pile of books whilst on the PC. Whether she was doing anything with them or not was another question but it looked impressive! I cooked pasta whilst she chatted about her day. She got a B3 in her irish essay and was well chuffed with herself. Once dinner was over I had a small bit of work to do. Tiredness kicked in though and my eye which has been acting up started to twitch as it often does.

Well, she couldn't stop laughing at my misfortune. She had tears coming out of her eyes. She kept calling me Quasimodo and making some declaration about the bells. Supportive family. Anyway, I am taking a break tonight. No computer! A night on the couch and perhaps a DVD, I'll see how I feel. I still feel wrecked, is this what getting old is all about because I'm not happy about it. She asked me did I think it was mean to txt Ste and dump him. I asked who Ste was. A joke obviously, its just that she had been spending so much time with L, the best mate who declared his undying love for her. She wasn't interested in him 2 weeks ago, and then a week ago she told Mammy2 she was always interested in him. Are all teenage girls this fickle? Anyway, I said not at all, he should consider himself lucky to get a txt seeing as he was never around. She went back to working on her Irish.

I fell into bed around 10.30. At 1.30, the light was still on in the living room. I head out to find her 'studying', watching the telly and txting at the same time. I checked to see if she had one foot on the keyboard of the PC as well. It wouldn't have surprised me. She siad she dumped Ste over MSN. I told her it was very thoughtful of her, that I would have done it over txt. Then again I'm not her.