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I am a bad, bad person. No, it's true. It's one of those thoughts that makes me grin in open and evil glee.

*cough*
It's 7:28am EST. And, after reading claris's most recent post, I'm itching to pick up the phone and call her. Metaphysical payback.

Except, I know that's wrong. And I should be kind, or she'll sick Zoey to jump on my skull like it's the high-diving board come New Years. (And, for those out there that think I'm obsessing and exaggerating the story of her dog vaulting off my head -- I'm not! I have witnesses! Remember, this is claris-world. She can't make shit up like this! It's true!)

Snowed last night. And, I'm suddenly in tune with my father. For years, I thought he was nuts when some car parked in front of the house, or turned about in the driveway, etc and he went all primal territorial ape-man about it. However, there are tire tracks in the snow on my driveway -- and they are not mine.

(The clear difference between me and my father's ape-ness is that I have to scrape up said tracks before they ice-over. More needless work for me. He was just being anal.)

*sigh* Need to go to work.
Don't want to.

Could someone call me in? Thanks.