Tuesday, June 07, 2005

A vast conspiracy...

To keep me from doing well today.

First Denise and the dog and the screaming.

Then, during my four hours of sleep, a middle of the night phone call.

RRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGG. I frantically pick up the phone, mostly because it's so loud.

"Hello, hey man, why aren't you out with us?"

"Wha? Huh? whathefuckwhoisthis?"

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry...you're not Jose are you?"


"Oh, sorry....damn, sorry"

LOTS of cursing on my end of the dead line. Lots. Even more than Denise's husband when the dog pisses on the carpet. My cursing was the equivalent of what Denise's husband would say if BOTH Denise and the dog not only pissed on the carpet but took a crap in his bed. That's how many bad words I said. Must. Get. Sleep.

One four hour exam, coming right up -- just think, at 12:30 I will be done with 2L. YAY!
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