A Year In Pictures Following The Break-Up

On my way to work this morning, I realized that I had left my cell phone at home. I don't think I'd ever done that before. I decided not to go back for it. Why bother? It did, occur to me, though, that coming home tonight would be the first time in years that I could relive the "I wonder if I've gotten any messages while I was out" experience.

Since I get very few phone calls during the day, I sent a bunch of e-mails out encouraging people to call and leave messages for me, that I wouldn't get until 6 or so. I had 12 messages when I got home.

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Hansen: Call me right away. Meador needs a kidney and I need to talk to you in the next twenty minutes.

Martin (from Concept Album): You know, you can check voicemail messages remotely. Food for thought. Happy message day.

Hansen (again): Well, Meador's dead. Hope you're happy with yourself.

Shelly (from Otis): Shit, you're not there. Ah man, I had some really important questions for you. If you get this before 5, call me back, otherwise I'll just probably Google it. One, does everything in the world happen for a reason? I just didn't know. And two... oh, this I actually did want to know... do you think that not talking to people is a healthy thing? Do you think that it actually works out? 'Cause I don't think that, you know, you stop loving people, you just get over relationships. Isn't that just time? Or does not talking help? I think that's kind of assinine. But maybe it's healthy. Again, I'll probably ask somebody else if I don't hear from you by 5.

Josh: I don't really have anything to say since I'm so far away. I couldn't help myself so I went out and got that centaur tatttoo so I was glad to read that you're not getting it. And yes, I did get "POW" with it.

# posted by Arnie : 11:45 PM