Lutefisk free since '93.

Dec 26, 2009 08:05

When you work overnights, Christmas seems to last about a week. It feels like all your days last twice as long. Everyone's either drunk, in the ditch, drunk and in the ditch, or having a coronary.

We had a call about a white female in a black car trying to run over a white female, so naturally I say "Hey, what's black and white and red all over? That lady after she gets hit by that car," and then the old biddies in the room look at me like they have no sense of humor whatsoever. Then I ate some ham and spritz cookies, and before you know it, thirteen hours had passed and it was time to go home. So that was my December 25th. I would have rather spent it at a bar or with friends, but duty calls and all that.

But hey, I probably miss you and hope you're okay. Maybe we should hang out soon? Yes? Okay. I'm going to sleep now.
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