Hopita (hopita) wrote,

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3 days, 17 hours, and counting

8:15 on a Tuesday night. I talked to H.W.S.R.N. for about 30 seconds today. He was off to return a ladder and said he'd call back and of course he never did. I can't say I'm surprised. I know he was squirrelly about his birthday and all, I just really wanted to see him ... or to make plans ... or something. This non-smoking thing has got me bummed out, I suppose. But the weather was gorgeous and so I went to Flagstaff Hill and took a series of small naps ... and realized at some point in the afternoon that I had lost my cell phone. I went over to the Nature Center and the woman there let me use their phone to call Lurpy and Monica. I reached Monica and she kept calling my phone back over and over and over again until I heard it and was able to find it under all the leaves. It's a good thing too, as I was digging through the leaves a good 20 feet away from where my phone actually was. So why am I so bummed? Tomorrow is another day. We've got nothing but time. Blah blah blah. I'm so afraid of being a pest. I so don't know what to do with myself without having a cigarette.
Tags: birthdays, h.w.s.r.n., lurpy, phone, queenama, sad, smoking

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