March 07, 2006

Impatience

I hate it when I'm waiting for an update, say to someone's health issue, and none is forthcoming. And then I'm all like, goddamnit, why didn't I program their cell number into my phone? But then I'm all like, well, I don't want to be bothering people anyway.

But damnit, I want to know how that person is.
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Someone (not the person above) was seriously injured in a car crash outside my apartment building. I hope it was a spammer. I got home from the bookstore (yay, books!) and saw an impressive array of emergency vehicles appearing to block the road ahead. I took the back way into my apartment complex, and they were right in front of my building, except out on the road. They're still out there.
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My nephew likes to play with my fingernails. He'll be talking to me or sitting with me or whatever, and idly play with them forever. He's very tactile, my nephew.

Posted by Jenelle at March 7, 2006 06:56 PM | TrackBack
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That person is probably going to be alright.
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I hope it was a spammer too. Unless it was an old lady. Nobody wants to wish bad things on old ladies. Of course, considering the percentage of spammers who fall in the old lady category; we probably don't have to much to worry about in that respect.
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I was a tactile kid as well, and I still to this day have a fidgety nature. Sometimes something just looks cool so I'll pick it up and fiddle with it while I'm doing something. Sitting here on my desk at work are several items (two Tangles, a set of small action figures, a posable rubber thingie) that I will play with throughout the day. Sometimes it helps me think, other times it just helps me to avoid work.

Posted by: shank at March 8, 2006 07:27 AM

It would still be really great to know that person is going to be all right. Or, excepting that, just to know how that person is doing.

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One of the greatest things to see on the side of the thruway in Atlanta is an accident. That's because you know that as soon as you get past the accident you're back up to 80.

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shank has hairy palms

Posted by: Jim at March 8, 2006 04:24 PM