Oh come on now….
I’m not asking to turn into sleeping beauty here, but I would like to get some sleep before my brain waves get all jumbled and I go insane and start seeing the blue cotton candy rhinoceroses that are supposed to be in my dreams walking down the hall in the middle of the day. I had only gotten an hour or two of shut eye when some very brave individual woke me up to tell me I had a phone call. Grumbling and bitching under my breath the whole way, I went to the phone. Hearing who was on the other end, I forced myself to perk up into Nice Witch!Amy! What the hell was Andrew doing calling me now?
But boy, did he have some news for me… And I swear, the corners of my mouth actually started to curl up into a smile. Obviously, I was nowhere near a suspect if supertrekkie was calling me just to let me know some of our pals had been whacked. /And oh my, I wonder who did that../ I mean, seriously? I got away with this shit? Me? I usually can’t even get away with taking the last piece of cake, and apparently I’ve gotten away with murder? /Damn right I have./ Somehow, I was comfortable with that last thought, and wasn’t quite sure whether it pleased me or scared me. In my semi lucid state, I only barely caught myself from laughing, instead transforming my amusement into seeming disbelief.
“What? Are- are you sure?” I half scoffed, half laughed into the phone. Silence. Which coming from Andrew either meant there was some serious shit up or someone was dangling a mint condition action figure in his face and he was thus thoroughly distracted.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I finally said, making sure a sufficient amount of shock was in my voice. “Oh my Goddess… When? How? Are you guys ok? I mean-yeah…”
But boy, did he have some news for me… And I swear, the corners of my mouth actually started to curl up into a smile. Obviously, I was nowhere near a suspect if supertrekkie was calling me just to let me know some of our pals had been whacked. /And oh my, I wonder who did that../ I mean, seriously? I got away with this shit? Me? I usually can’t even get away with taking the last piece of cake, and apparently I’ve gotten away with murder? /Damn right I have./ Somehow, I was comfortable with that last thought, and wasn’t quite sure whether it pleased me or scared me. In my semi lucid state, I only barely caught myself from laughing, instead transforming my amusement into seeming disbelief.
“What? Are- are you sure?” I half scoffed, half laughed into the phone. Silence. Which coming from Andrew either meant there was some serious shit up or someone was dangling a mint condition action figure in his face and he was thus thoroughly distracted.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I finally said, making sure a sufficient amount of shock was in my voice. “Oh my Goddess… When? How? Are you guys ok? I mean-yeah…”