November 10th, 2005

Owl Side


...I hate not knowing where someone is. It must be the Jewish upbringing thing - if I expect $person somewhere and by the next morning they still haven't checked in to let me know what's going on, my brain immediately comes up with the brilliant response of, "Aaaaaaah! $Person is dead in a ditch somewhere! Aaaaaaaaaah! ::the panic::".

Stupid brain.

...::the panic::...

Panic averted. Boy found. Phew.

Now hush, brain.