2004-11-11 - 3:19 p.m.
Sometimes you are speechless. Sometimes you are so sad, and so wary of complaining, that words cease to exist for you.
Sometimes you are overwhelmed by disappointment.
Enough of what we cannot change.
On Monday, at work, she turns to me and says, "Do you want to go to Dallas?"
"Um. Sure. I guess. Wait; why do you want to send me to Dallas?"
"We need something hand delivered."
No, not drugs nor money, though I wish my life could be infused with that sort of danger.
A $3500 trip later, and I'm delivering pens. PENS. Writing utensils.
Dallas was uneventful. Not a Southern accent in earshot. I guess I'm just a lucky gal.
That took up Monday and Tuesday.
I've been so anxious for Friday this week. It's my grandma's church fair on saturday, which, is not really much of a fair. Sadly, the boyfriend was more excited than I anticipated:
"Will there be ferris wheel??"
It's like telling a child they can't have the candy bar.
In actuality, her church is the size of a small house, and the fair consists of 6 tables manned by old, permed women. To be fair (unintentional pun), the hot dogs they serve for lunch do rock, and you can always find some ancient camp jewelry at one of the tables amidst the crafts.
But it's more of a bazaar than anything. A tiny, Christmas themed bazaar.
I'm getting a library card today! And that's the excitement. I can finally, FINALLY finish the Dark Tower series, and let my inner nerd shine.
Magic the Gathering, anyone?
~j
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