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January 24, 2007
Let's all bite our nails together...
I just called him. You know, Mr. Pilot. The one who has been incommunicado for the past...let me pretend to check the calendar...eleven days and three hours.
His phone was turned off (usually a sign that he's in the air) and so I left a message. A very nice message, but one that was very clear that I was going out of town this weekend and wanted to talk to him before I left.
Let the waiting commence.
In the meantime, I think I'll while away the hours getting my eyes checked--it's been 4 years since I had my LASIK done and I'm still seeing 20/20 (and occasionally 20/15). So even if it turns out that I'm destined to be single and alone for the rest of my life, I can take consolation in the fact that I can spot miserable couples without squinting even a bit.
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Any word???
If not, he better have crashed in some remote location, where it's taking each and every brain cell simply to survive. Short of that, there's just no excuse.
Posted by: ada at January 25, 2007 10:14 PM
