Dawn's Digression.
Friday, January 31, 2003
I forgot what I was going to write. I'm sure it was dreadfully witty, whatever it was.
I get to go home in 15 minutes, and I've reserved this last fifteen minutes to do -- you guessed it -- nothing. I am very much anticipating getting this weekend on a roll. I haven't been out with friends in months. Sad, but true.
Michele is having a terrible time with her flight. I've never met anyone that hates to fly like she does. Yet, interestingly enough, she seems to get herself in the situation 3 times a year. Doesn't make sense to me, but no one asked me! Anyway, her plane was to depart at 1:37. She called me at 1:34. Said there was something wrong with the wing of the plane. She called me at 1:45. She was still sitting there and had discovered her CD player no longer works. She called me at 1:50. I shit you not. The woman must have called me 10 times before her plane finally left at 3:24. They had to put them on another plane. I feel really bad for her, though, because she was already freaking out. Having a mechanical failure of some sort did not help any, I'm sure. What I don't get is why they don't check out the plane BEFORE they get people on it. Just makes sense to me. But again, no one asked me!
I've been thinking about that lately. About no one asking me. It seems like I've been saying a lot lately, "No one listens to Dawn." I think you people should listen to me. Every now and then I make a bit of sense. And I even have a point once in a great while. Not often. But sometimes. Just lately I've been spending a lot of time saying, "I TOLD her/him/it/them, but they not listen to Dawn!" That'll learn you.
Seven minutes left.
Sunday is Groundhog Day. Who the HELL came up with this holiday? And who was the genius who sat around watching groundhogs? How do you just pull something like that out of your ass?? What, one day you're sitting there, and ya go, "Hmmm. Look at that there groundhog. I'll be damned if he didn't come right on up outta that hole, see his shadow, and run right back in! Winter must be a goin' to last another six weeks!" What is that? What does it mean? And that's all I have to say about that.
Five minutes.
I'm eating an atomic fireball. Is this on my diet plan? Will the mass quantities of alcohol I consume tonight be on my diet plan? I say they will. Diet plan revised. Yay!
Three minutes.
I got Michele an awesome V-day gift. I'm not telling you what it is. Why? Cuz I don't trust you. I know how big your mouth is. You'll go off and tell her. WON'T YOU? Okay, you won't. But I'm not saying right now because I fear the moment I put something in the blog that she shouldn't see, she'll decide to log on. It could happen. But it's awesome. She has to take off of work early and everything. I didn't go romantic this time, though. No, sir.
Well, I'm down to 2 minutes....It's time to close shop and get the hell outta dodge. You have a good weekend now, ya hear?
I get to go home in 15 minutes, and I've reserved this last fifteen minutes to do -- you guessed it -- nothing. I am very much anticipating getting this weekend on a roll. I haven't been out with friends in months. Sad, but true.
Michele is having a terrible time with her flight. I've never met anyone that hates to fly like she does. Yet, interestingly enough, she seems to get herself in the situation 3 times a year. Doesn't make sense to me, but no one asked me! Anyway, her plane was to depart at 1:37. She called me at 1:34. Said there was something wrong with the wing of the plane. She called me at 1:45. She was still sitting there and had discovered her CD player no longer works. She called me at 1:50. I shit you not. The woman must have called me 10 times before her plane finally left at 3:24. They had to put them on another plane. I feel really bad for her, though, because she was already freaking out. Having a mechanical failure of some sort did not help any, I'm sure. What I don't get is why they don't check out the plane BEFORE they get people on it. Just makes sense to me. But again, no one asked me!
I've been thinking about that lately. About no one asking me. It seems like I've been saying a lot lately, "No one listens to Dawn." I think you people should listen to me. Every now and then I make a bit of sense. And I even have a point once in a great while. Not often. But sometimes. Just lately I've been spending a lot of time saying, "I TOLD her/him/it/them, but they not listen to Dawn!" That'll learn you.
Seven minutes left.
Sunday is Groundhog Day. Who the HELL came up with this holiday? And who was the genius who sat around watching groundhogs? How do you just pull something like that out of your ass?? What, one day you're sitting there, and ya go, "Hmmm. Look at that there groundhog. I'll be damned if he didn't come right on up outta that hole, see his shadow, and run right back in! Winter must be a goin' to last another six weeks!" What is that? What does it mean? And that's all I have to say about that.
Five minutes.
I'm eating an atomic fireball. Is this on my diet plan? Will the mass quantities of alcohol I consume tonight be on my diet plan? I say they will. Diet plan revised. Yay!
Three minutes.
I got Michele an awesome V-day gift. I'm not telling you what it is. Why? Cuz I don't trust you. I know how big your mouth is. You'll go off and tell her. WON'T YOU? Okay, you won't. But I'm not saying right now because I fear the moment I put something in the blog that she shouldn't see, she'll decide to log on. It could happen. But it's awesome. She has to take off of work early and everything. I didn't go romantic this time, though. No, sir.
Well, I'm down to 2 minutes....It's time to close shop and get the hell outta dodge. You have a good weekend now, ya hear?
Dawn, 4:31 PM
