and then there was silence
Today was definately a Friday the 13th to remember. It's really odd, that's usually a fairly lucky day for me. Not today, that's for sure! Work was incredibly busy and strange. I feel like I didn't get a single thing accomplished even though I busted my ass all day. It seemed like all the strange/crazy ones were coming out of the woodwork. I did have a couple highlights after work though.... I had a really long conversation with an old friend. It was actually the first real conversation we've had in a couple years that didn't try to hit on me (thankfully). Actually, it was the first conversation in a long time where we didn't even talk about relationships of any sorts (also, thankfully). And I ended the night by packing up a moving van. I really wish I were the one moving. Now that things have settled down for the night and everyone else has gone to bed, things are too quiet. Normally I enjoy this time of night, but not tonight. The imagination does really horrible things. There's the perverse part of me that wants to just say screw it, just pick up the phone and pour on the salt. Another part of me says you couldn't pay me enough to pick up the phone right now. And yet another part of me wants to throw the damn phone...hard.