Everyone knows that when the phone rings at midnight it's either a drunk, a wrong number, a drunken wrong number or really bad news.
When the phone rings at 7AM, it usually isn't a drunk, but it's probably still bad news.*
This morning it was my friend Jeffrey in New York calling to say thanks for the really cool flannel jammy bottoms, he liked them very much and the RLA and I are two of his closest friends, and oh yeah, he'll be killing himself today.
It just doesn't get any better, does it?
* or it's just my neighbor calling to tell me someone's walking their dog
UPDATE: Jeffrey called to say he's going to commit himself to an in-patient program for a while. The RLA is still a little pissy about me calling Jeffrey's girlfriend to give her a little heads up on his plans for the day.
When the phone rings at 7AM, it usually isn't a drunk, but it's probably still bad news.*
This morning it was my friend Jeffrey in New York calling to say thanks for the really cool flannel jammy bottoms, he liked them very much and the RLA and I are two of his closest friends, and oh yeah, he'll be killing himself today.
It just doesn't get any better, does it?
* or it's just my neighbor calling to tell me someone's walking their dog
UPDATE: Jeffrey called to say he's going to commit himself to an in-patient program for a while. The RLA is still a little pissy about me calling Jeffrey's girlfriend to give her a little heads up on his plans for the day.