stewing in my rage

Doc got a hold of B today. was going to go over there. fell asleep. messaged B that he fell asleep waiting for the landlord (our doorknob is broken on the front door), and B texts back, "Can't Cyd deal with that? Doesn't she have a happy pill for that?"

So yeah, doc isn't going over today. and I am pissed. B doesn't get to talk about me like that. he isn't my friend. we are not close. it does not come from a place of deep understanding and experience. fucker.

people just suck.