Comedy of Errors
So, I'm officially a blog addict. Who else gets out of bed at midnight and decides:
"I need to blog about this"?
Who else does that? Anyway. Yeah, last night. Drama. I can't even do that well. I left a few details out last night. Like the part when I tried calling Maggie FIRST (before Alf). And called her old cell number in Milwaukee (which isn't hers anymore):
(sobbing now, assuming it's Maggie)
(Begin realizing that this may not be Maggie)
(Racking brain for anyone I know named Jean...did I misdial?)
(Realizing that I fucked up somehow, I hang up)
Looking back this morning, it's quite comical, really. See, I can't even do the whole drama thing properly. I was more like a comedy of errors than drama.