Tuesday 200 - #59
I heard on the news last night about a plane that crashed on its way from California to here, and I wondered if that was the flight that Jamie was on.
At least it’ll get me out tomorrow’s date, I thought.
I’ve always been a little hazy on the good/bad thing, but that’s trending towards bad, right? A few hours later, I got a text from him.
Miss u. Can’t wait 4 tmrw. x
I was glad he was okay, I suppose, but still …
I called the dentist this morning to see if there were any openings for a root canal.
“Couldn’t help but overhear,” said my coworker Bev, holding a packet of Jaffa Cakes. “I’d offer you one, but if your tooth’s bothering … “
“It’s not so bad,” I said, grabbing two of the biscuits. “It’s just this guy I’ve been seeing. He’s been rubbing me the wrong way lately.”
“Who, Jamie? Cor, he could rub me,” she giggled.
I know. Everybody loves him. And yet I’ve been making myself half sick trying to find a perfectly good reason to call it all off.
And now the bastard’s forty minutes late and I’m all dolled up.
I'll kill him.
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Tuesday 200