Aug 10, 2010 08:58
My 6th sense was buzzing last night. You know, cause this week hasn't been enough on it's own. I stayed up all night cooking and organizing the kitchen and cooking a bit more. Someone, somewhere, needed to be cared for. Looked after. Loved. DAMN IT. I was just sure of it.
Sure enough, 05:49 rolls around. I'm still awake, but basically out of things to to, and my phone beeps. NO ONE beeps my phone at this hour. It is my oldest friend in all the world. The one I talk to quarterly at best, but we never miss a beat. The one I've known since we were 6 years old. Our Moms are friends. Our Dads are friends. She's in crisis.
I don't have a company I report to. There is no one here to say that she isn't family 'enough' to count as a family emergency. She's emailing me from work with the skinny and calling me tonight for a full download, and I want to be on the road halfway to her when that call comes in. (She lives south of Indianapolis.) I know it's irrational. I just want to take care of her. She's mine and she needs me and I should be there, damn it!!
*frustrated*
OK. Maybe I need to keep cooking. No like like the present to try that sweet potato pizza recipe, right?
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