A MOOT POINT

I got one of the paintings I bid for.
He phoned me up said, 'You got the self portrait...and you need to come collect it.'
I wasn't sure which one it was, hoped which one it was and when I arrived to pick it up it was the one I hoped it would be.
Lost a few things this year, people mostly, but we can't hang on indefinitely, can we? And what doesn't get said doesn't disappear it remains to inform the next time and the time after that and so on and on and on...you can construct or adopt theories around avoidance...
She said, 'Why don't you ask, you scared of rejection?'
'Not scared,' I said. 'Just tired of it.'
D said she'd like me to be here when she gets back so I can meet her friend. I said is there anything you want me to do? You can hide your drugs she said.
I don't mind being thrown out of where I live. She said I'm not throwing you out, which is a moot point.