At 7:40 this morning I was awaken by the ring of our phone. I did not go to bed until 4am last night so I was tired, tempted to let it go unanswered.
I caved.
Picked it up, mumbled something close to “Myeahh.”
It was for whomever used to have this phone number. (fuck, I hate it when the phone company just recycles old phone numbers!) The guy on the phone was way to perky for such an ungodly hour on Saturday. Said he was calling from Arby’s looking for so-and-so (some foriegn name I can’t recall, let alone pronounce). Said he had expected her at 7:30 and she had not showed up yet. My mouth hadn’t yet been awake for more than a few seconds, and I think I said something about the phone number situation. Then for some reason I distinctly remember telling him to “piss off” and then “have a good morming or whatever”.
Much later I awoke to start my day. Coffee was made. E-mail was checked. Normal Saturday activities Sheer laziness ensued.
It’s now 7:50pm. Not much else has changed. Or moved.
Same day, different year..
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