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High and Dry
Yeah, I'm know, I'm no chatty Cathy. What can I say? Things have either been boring or busy, with no room in between. Christmas vacation alone in the dorm? Boring. Classes since vacation ended? Busy. Tack on getting cast in the part I was trying out for (insert a little 'woot!' here), a dash of lousy timing, and the roommate waking up out of his coma, and I'm so swamped I've barely seen Dot (who I still owe the second half of her Christmas present. My I'm a lousy boyfriend these days -- note to self, send flowers), much less anyone else. So if you're not Dot, don't think you're special enough to trump her in line in "need to catch up with." If you are Dot, you can sock me in the nose if need be, and otherwise collect your grovelling (and gift) at the time and place of your choosing. I mean, you go cross-country and get a tan line? I should be more appreciative. Of course, after the first half of your Christmas present, you may just be too damn embarrassed to be seen with me in public or private.
Okay, probably too close to TMI. Back to the grindstone, the collective "you" know where to find me if you need me.
Okay, probably too close to TMI. Back to the grindstone, the collective "you" know where to find me if you need me.
Huh. You have actually presented me with a quandary about whether to sock you in the nose or not.
I keep hitting backspace here, because public journal groveling should never be interrupted by interrogation to share the facts.
My tan lines ARE fading fast, Bill, my love.
Either way, I will be bearing gifts along with grovel. Just let me know when's good.
I can't even say that with a straight face. I miss you, though. I only see you at RENT and that doesn't count, because I come in, bark orders about how to move to Lettie, then stomp out again so as not to interrupt.
Watching you bark orders at Lettie is fun, I'll admit? But no, it's not enough. I'd miss you even without the tan lines I wanna count. So, right: this is me. This is my schedule. This is the machete I'm taking to my schedule in order to make time when you have time sooner rather than later.
(Dr. Livingstone, I presume?)