...lo and behold, a 4th post...

5 hours.

That's the time span from 6:00 PM to 11:00 PM that I got left hanging, waiting for Nix to call me and tell me if they felt like coming to visit or not.

I understand that it sometimes takes awhile - sometimes a looooong while - to decide just what the heck you want to do, especially if you don't have to get up before noon the next day like I do.

But a phone call or update on what's happening would have been nice...you know, so I'm not, oh let's say, sitting around my apartment anticipating a call that isn't going to come for instance.

(And no, I don't mind that you guys had other things in mind at all - I DO mind being left hanging.)

Not having my phone number would have been a viable excuse. Sudden amnesia, alien or terrorist invasion of some kind, or a sudden and abrupt mishap...things of this nature would have been a viable reason for the lack of a phone call. But sitting around, scratching your heads in between drooling, and occasionally saying, "Well, what do we wanna do, guys?" doesn't quite make that list.


Quilled Tunes: "Fuck The World" - Insane Clown Posse

Quilled Mood: Greatly annoyed