About Last Night

Donna has started her damnable calling again. It wouldn't be *quite* as bad if she'd remember to copy my number down or if she'd use the call-back function on her cell phone or best of all, put my number in *her* cell phone. But no. She has to cal the fucking *county sheriff*, who then has to call the city cop to come and give me a message. *FUMES* Oh Yay. Just what I need, y'know--as if the neighbors don't have enough to yap about. So I called her back and we talked for about 40 minutes before I managed to end the conversation. So now I'm out precious phone time, just because she gets freaky. Not to mention that I usually have to waste two minutes checking in w/my aunt. Damn I wish I didn't have to call people like that. It would be so much easier if they would just use the internet. I must be one of the few people who is still forced to make these dratted phone calls.

Ok, off to work on fic now.