Friday, December 02, 2005

Trapped

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.

6 Comments:

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...

^worth

12/03/2005 11:58:00 AM  

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