2005-10-12 9:30 p.m. I used to be a writer. Dunno that I am at the moment. Perhaps this not-much-of-anything is chrysalis? Perhaps I am a bag of fluid at the moment. Time will tell, time will tell. -- "Uhm... can someone turn the lights on?" ... "Uhm... can someone turn the lights on?" ... "Uhm... can someone turn the lights on?" "You know, you have the most annoying ring tone of anyone I have ever met, ever." "Uhm... can you-- hello? No, I wasn't on another call. What's up?" "Just because we weren't talking doesn't mean you can just pick up the phone and talk to someone else. You have voicemail." "Nothing." "Why don't you have a musical ring tone?" "I can stop by later, maybe." "Hang up. Hang up. Hang up. Hang up." "Right, laters." "Good. Now. What did you want to do?" "I should get a new ringtone." "All right, let's start there." "But later I have to be somewhere." "Let's worry about that later." "Right. Later for that." ----- You see what happened there? A bag of undifferentiated liquid. Back to sleep. |
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