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2005-02-04 4:02 AM Please help - someone needs "fan mail" Mood: wide awake and pissed about it Read/Post Comments (0) |
Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. : ) I have to begin this entry with a funny story... As my friends know, I am a HUGE Angels fan. Thus, I have the link to Pet Your Own (Rally Monkey). While browsing through the Monkey Goods site, I came across a funny item for sale (where the Monkey Good link above takes you.) I found it so humorous, I wrote a smart-a** email to Monkey Goods. I asked if Dave came with the hat, or, alternatively, if Dave could be bought at auction. Imagine my surprise when I received an answer. No, Dave does not come with the hat and Monkey Goods was unclear if it would be legal for them to auction him off. I was also informed that my email was the first "fan mail" Dave has received. Now, folks, that is just not right. After informing MG that they could, in fact, auction off Dave, IF it was done for a charitable cause, I informed the author of the response, Adam, that I was shocked that someone replied to such an obtuse email. I later received an email from Dave. He was amused, I think, more than anything. Now, here I am, still finding the entire thing funny. Folks, come on, please help me help Dave. Dave needs to know he is appreciated. Send Dave fan mail. Life is too short to be unappreciated for silly deeds. *sigh* Been up for an hour already. I suppose I have been used to 4:30, but 3:00 is ridiculous. I have been sleeping in this week because I have been so sick; this must mean I am on the road to recovery - or to Death. At least I have "Fox & Friends" for company. I may be taking a temp position back in DC. Scott told me about it and it looks like we both may be going. It pays well and would have me back in time for the July Bar. *rolls eyes* I am going to talk to Scott more in depth later today and find out if he is interested in sharing expenses by finding a two bedroom sublet for the two month term. Otherwise, I will likely go and stay with a friend. Most of my friends are in or near Dupont Circle, which is where I would prefer to be anyhow. Otherwise, I could always stay in Georgetown; that would make transportation a little more foot-dependent - have to walk to Foggy Bottom before a metro is available. Dunno. I will let you all know when I do. In other news, still not feeling well, but not as nauseous as I have been all week. My neighbor joked about pregnancy - um, NOT FUNNY!!! Besides, I am ultra conscious of birth control; so is Rob. Thanks anyway, Joey, for the diagnosis. *sticks out tongue* Rob is getting anxious about the Academy. I do not blame him; I am sure it is just as stressful as beginning law school. He has other things on his mind too - he is worried that I am not happy with the way things are, he wants to buy a house in the next two years, he is worried about not succeeding in the Academy, he is worried about family members and matters, and he is having some 'confrontation' issues (see my following private entry for details.) Today, I go to the doc - time for my Depo (no, it was scheduled prior to J's "joke") and some clotting factor. Yippeee! Then I get to meet with the Hematologist. Whew, three in one afternoon, just how lucky can one girl get??? Hrmm... 1971, huh? Maybe. *shrugs shoulders*
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