Today I had a director's meeting at Steak & Shake, and William (my little brother, the Quinn of my Daria-ness) had baseball games in Peoria. Which meant: For an 1 1/2 hour meeting at 1:00, I had to wake up at 9:00 and go to town, spend the morning at my grandmother's house, then go back there and wait until 5:00. Oh, the joys of living out of town and not having a license!
I did drive today...In fact, I drove us to McDonald's for some breakfast, my dad, my mom, and Will. I had never driven through a drive-thru before...And my dad yelled at me to get in the drive-thru lane of the parking lot. Then he yelled, "STOP!" because there was a truck about to hit me. Once I finally calmed down and got out of the way there was a fight. It began with my dad asking, "What do you think caused that?" and me saying, "You telling me to get into a lane where there was a truck," and ended with my dad getting out of the car and walking away. Maybe we'll get lucky and we won't hear from him for a few weeks.
As a result of being stranded in town at my grandomther's, I didn't get to work (translation: play) on the net. I watched some lame 70's game shows on Game Show Network (another of those things that shouldn't exist but does, like Chewy Spree & Diet Caffeine Free Mountain Dew), and all but the last half an hour of the movie Malice. I am going to have to rent that and find out how it ends.
I am really disappointed with the alarming lack of e-mail in my Inbox and messages on my answering machine. I guess I am just too dull to write to. Dammit. Write to me! I need e-mail! I don't like the idea that I am just talking to myself, sending pointless questions and babbling into The Void. I would like some response, to know that someone is listening. So please, take a minute or two out of your busy net-surfing life and e-mail me.
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