Doing Something
I spent last night with a giant need to Do Something. Preferably something to honor my sister's memory (meaning something borderline illegal or stupid but loads of fun), but just about anything would have sufficed.
The only problem was that my partners in crime were unavailable. They were either at welding class, their phone was disconnected, or they up and moved to California. Which is quite inconsiderate, wouldn't you agree?
We were out of bread at our apartment, something that normally wouldn't have bugged me but for the toasted PB&Js I had missed out on earlier that day. So I went out and Did Something: I went to the store for bread, hair ties, and ice cream.
Yes, I honored Melissa's memory by eating ice cream and chatting on the computer. I would have honored her further had I started three IM conversations and then ignored them as I walked into the other room and watched a movie.
I never was any good at that.
2005
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You're just not an avid IM hatter are you?
Just writing here is honoring her memory. I've read so much about her, I feel I know her. thanks for the memories, I enjoy them :)
hatter, what on earth is hatter. I don't even know what I was trying to say.
I'm going to get icecream.
I don't get much time on the computer at night; I get plenty of computer time at work, so B gets the computer during the evenings. Which means I'm rarely on IM.
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