Year of the “rooster”
Today the house is empty, save for the cats and me, and the scent of a second pot of coffee is in the air. Yesterday’s 4pm funk lasted well into last night, and the evening was spent in an early hot shower and goofing on the laptop while curling up in bed. Damn fine Mardi Gras, that. Lately I think our social life could use a BAR-ee-um EN-uh-muh, or at least a good swift kick. Maybe this new year of the cock will be kind to us and things will change.
I have nothing real to say. Mind wandering still. Should get more caffeine and stop wondering whether Magoo let out an audible squeal when Rory Gilmore mentioned Arcade Fire last night.
schlemaggle has made a Comment
wondering whether Magoo let out an audible squeal when Rory Gilmore mentioned Arcade Fire last night.
she did let out a squeal. couldn’t you hear it? speaking of hearing, i called your place last night a couple of times, but no one wanted to talk, i guess…how did your friend’s interview go?
February 9, 2005 @ 1:59 pm
flerly has made a Comment
I wasn’t sure if you let out a squeal, cuz I couldn’t hear it for my own.
As far as the phone, my excuse is I was holed up in the soundproof bedroom feeling like crap on toast, and didnt see or talk to a soul from about 6:30 until midnightish. The ringers apparently off in there, since we got apologies the other morning from Brad for his boss calling at 4:30a.m. and we’d heard nothing. Dunno why nobody else answered, though.
All your friend said about his interview was that it “went as expected” and that they still haven’t made him an offer. He did start his four-week contract gig today, though, so he’ll be gone during the days.
February 9, 2005 @ 2:04 pm
infinite1der has made a Comment
You didn’t give the ‘special ring’ so I knew you weren’t trying to call me. So, I let the phone ring ASSuming your friend woulda picked up.
February 9, 2005 @ 2:29 pm