Why is it that every time I feel the need to have a big, messy, lots of tears and snot emotional breakdown, it’s always 11pm and too late to call anyone, especially when the people who’d be most receptive to that kind of call are all, oh I don’t know, at least two time zones away, and the one who lives in this timezone is currently in freaking SPAIN? I’m just wondering.
You can ALWAYS call me, although that night I was in my own funk about my grades & my life. I might even tell you where I live. 😛
Okay, I realized that didn’t quite look right on the screen. I mean, I’ll tell you where I live so you can come get a hug (vis a vis that one time…yeah, you know what I mean). Or some “gentle” head. hehehe
**HUGS**
Yeah, umm…. I called you four times that night, but you never picked up so I stopped trying. It’s okay, we all have our own lives and things to deal with.
That was Wednesday, right? I called you and asked if you wanted to go to dinner, although that was earlier in the evening. Anyway, I’m sorry. I probably had the ringer off b/c of the midterm. RUOK?