Hanging on the telephone.

I don't have much to say. I am crabby today.

Have I mentioned that I hate it when people don't call me back? Well, I do. It is my number 1 grievance on a long list of grievances. Yes, I am demanding, but I am obviously aware of that. And how long does it REALLY take to call someone back? Two minutes? To say "Hi, I'm so busy! Can't talk now! Hope you're well!" That is all I need. Seriously. Just BE KIND enough to call a person back. It's just NICE.

So, you hate the phone, you say? You hate even having it anywhere near your head? Here is a thought - TELL ME THAT. Oh, you don't feel like taking calls right now? I forgot that I can READ YOUR MIND, so obviously I already know this. Maybe you could let me know in say two to three hours that you are feeling overwhelmed and you don't want to talk. You could send me a text message! Or a telegram! Or shoot up a flare! ANYTHING! Just wondering if you're alive. THANKS EVER SO MUCH.

Humbug.

Well. At least it is Friday. But I think there is just one thing that will really cheer me up now.

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[lostdog]

I kind of know how you feel. It's no fun when everyone seems to think you're psychic but you. You can't even build a travelling carnival show around it or anything. And they seem to think you'll know that already...

Skywriting is also a sadly neglected art form these days.

Still, it could be worse. It could be Monday.