wishful thinking
January 11th, 2002, 12:37 a.m.

earlier / later

A friend called me up tonight and wanted to meet to discuss something "serious" that required "convincing" me of something.

I got all worried. I'm thinking things like I'll be asked to start taking care of a newborn, my friend is dying, someone's in love with me, someone hates me, etc. Anyway, it didn't turn out to be anything exciting or terrible or great or awkward. It was just a favor.

Granted, it's not like I wanted my friend to tell me they had leukymia or anything like that, but there was some definite disappointment. Oh well, maybe next time I'll get to go on an adventure.....

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