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why yes, i *do* like the sound of my own voice
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September 2009
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why yes, i *do* like the sound of my own voice [userpic]

Mass is so much less scary when it's attatched to a grade school instead of a college.

Even if it's a funeral, I suppose.

After, me, Mark, Beckie, Derrick, Quinn, and Theron all went to the drugstore for lunch because IT HAD A SODA FOUNTAIN and that's just the jam. A lengthy period of time passed during which we all sat in dead silence and drank our drinks. I went and sat with Mark. Mark left. I went and sat at the other end of the bar (next to Theron) and asked quietly if this was a bad idea (I really, really, really thought it was turning out to be one) and why nobody was eating. He pointed out that there were probably many reasons, and I saw his point. But then someone said something - I think Derrick said something - and we all ended up getting food and we laughed and I was incredibly relieved.

Then I ran around a bit.

Then I went home. Very slowly. I didn't seem to have the energy to press on the gas pedal very hard. And now I am here, and there is no food in the house.

It just occurred to me that I told Megnn to tell me if there was a problem with putting her in charge of my horn but I didn't give her any way to contact me. Ewps.

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