I so started to write my poem for today.
I was writing, and working, and listening for the knock at the door and handing children candy.
And then I ran out of candy.
And then I ran out for candy.
And then I turned my ankle.
And then I broke.
I couldn't finish the poem, because I hurt too bad. I think I am not actually broken-broken, I think I am just sprained. Or, actually, I think I'm torn. I'll know more tomorrow. I'll let you know.
Oh, except, for those of you who might expect to be let know more personally -- you won't be.
Because, see, I called (or, actually, Johnny called, because I was a bit distraught) Lady #1 to tell her she would not be seeing me at work tomorrow (and she was very understanding, as she always is), but when we dialled the number to call Lady #2, the phone line broke.
I heard her -- I can hear all of you -- but you can't hear me.
And Comcast doesn't give a poop.
They say they can't get here till Friday.
So if anybody out there sees my Lady #2, please tell her that I'm broken. I'd be there if I could.
Yes, I know, I have a cell phone now. I left it at my Dad's last weekend. So?
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Oh, Balls
Posted by EGE at 10:00 PM
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You write so much, its gonna take me eight hours and 472 cigarettes to catch up.
SUCKY ANKLES ANYWAY>||
I MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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