Friday, December 02, 2005


It is now 5:12. I get off work at 4:30. I'm still sitting here at my desk. On a Friday evening. Forty-five minutes after most folks get off work, they are eating or drinking or watching Dan Abrams. I await the arrival of my brother, who thought he'd be here by 4 p.m. If I'm still here on Saturday, I hope I can sneak a ride home from the Professor as she goes to my house to pick me up.


Blogger Rocket Surgeon, Phd said...

hang in there, champ.
The blogworld is pulling for you.

12/02/2005 05:18:00 PM  
Blogger Kat Coble said...

Between this and the bowling shoe debacle I'd say the Butcher is good and ready for an asswhoopin.

12/02/2005 09:21:00 PM  
Blogger John H said...

u still there, B?

Need a ride?

12/03/2005 06:45:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

No, I got home fine about 15 minutes later.

There was a girl at the art opening and you can't grouch about a man trying to get with a woman, especially if she might be a woman who would come over and cook and clean and look after him and his elderly sister.

12/03/2005 09:08:00 AM  
Blogger Kat Coble said...

There are some things losing your SMAC/X time to. Potential mates for scoundrel siblings is high on that list.

12/03/2005 11:58:00 AM  
Blogger Kat Coble said...


12/03/2005 11:58:00 AM  

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