Wonders why I let one single move piss me off to the point that it ruins a whole day.

Granted, I'm feeling way crappy because of the tooth thing, but I texted Alex this morning and asked him to measure his wrist and ankle for me. I am working on something very special for him, and it wouldn't have taken much to be able to work more on it.

But no. He texts me back with "How?" and I said I'll call him to walk him through it.

He says in a bit. That was what, about 9 this morning. It's now 7:30 pm, do you think I have heard a peep from him?