Jul 10, 2011 14:48
...and the material is already popping into my dreams.
Last night, I dreamt I got a call from B who said he was lost and not feeling well. I was at an outdoor Garth Brooks concert (don't ask me, I don't know) and I had one hand plugging an ear and the other pressing the phone against my other ear and was shouting into it "WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT'S WRONG?"
B responded with "I don't know where I am but can you come get me? I don't feel good."
I said "HOW DON'T YOU FEEL GOOD." (Naturally, by "said" I mean "screamed".)
He responded with "My GFR is zero."
I shouted back "THAT'S GENERALLY NOT A GOOD SIGN. I'LL COME FIND YOU."
Really, Kels? I mean, really? That's what you had to work with? C'mon.
It's gonna be a looooong six weeks.
lol,
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