Royal screwup
Sep. 15th, 2001 12:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishadayThe phone just rang a minute ago, and no one ever calls me at midnight, even on a Friday, so I let it go, even as it hooked my brain (much like the fish in my dream, though without the club) and hauled it screaming into consciousness. It was only in the following silence that I realized that it might have meen Lori. Oops.
Fortunately, caller-id let me hit her back.
I wasn't at the house, I wasn't even at the house earlier, I couldn't tell them about where I'd hidden the front door key... I hate feeling like a royal fuck-up when I can't do anything to remedy it until the next morning. I honestly thought she'd said they'd be here Saturday. Today. And her Dad's pissed too...
I hope we all feel better after some sleep. Would bagels or muffins be a better peace offering, I wonder?
Fortunately, caller-id let me hit her back.
I wasn't at the house, I wasn't even at the house earlier, I couldn't tell them about where I'd hidden the front door key... I hate feeling like a royal fuck-up when I can't do anything to remedy it until the next morning. I honestly thought she'd said they'd be here Saturday. Today. And her Dad's pissed too...
I hope we all feel better after some sleep. Would bagels or muffins be a better peace offering, I wonder?
