urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ehsan_tabari ehsan_tabari ehsan_tabari 2006-01-05T06:23:21Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ehsan_tabari:2187 2006-01-05T06:23:21Z 2006-01-05T06:23:21Z But I need something to do, and I felt like saying this somewhere. This is kind of just like anyone elses blog; which is sad. It's not like too many things happen undocumented, and that's not this case. This is the sort of event that I usually strive to forget. But, I just realized that I'm sitting alone in my room, eating a miserable little plate of food with no one to talk to and nothing to really do.<br /><br />My sleep schedule has been the fucked for a while, I got two hours of sleep last "night". So I get home and Cleo and I takes a nappy-poo. She woke me up when she tried to leave and make it on time of her 5 30 curfew. So I went right back to bed and then my mother wakes me up at 10 pm. Cleo has been calling and texting, so she thought it might be important.<br />4 Calls, 2 voicemessages saying that she just wanted to idley chat, 2 text messages of the exact same nature.<br /><br />My mistake was, I tried to be as courteous as always and call back asap. So I called as tired as I was, and don't think I sounded too friendly. I'll go apologize. I'm not really angry at anyone - the only thing is that it was 4 calls for idle chat, and she usually expects me to do a lot of the talking. And, the great injustice is that my sleep schedule is again horribly fucked up. Oh well, apologizes shouldn't wait. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ehsan_tabari:1932 2005-11-09T03:16:08Z 2005-11-09T03:16:08Z *chop* *whack*