i should probably be hung over today, but it seems i slept late enough to side step it. it's more of a stoned and move very little day, which is fine. for halloween, i watched thirsty pour drinks and was involved in some photography. a friend of mine's girlfriend enjoys bringing me down, this time right in front of him. insert bold lettered lifelong non candidate sign.
the answering machine's in a funny place now where i don't see it unless i look. i woke up today and discoverd that i missed a call yesterday from one female Bobby Harris, calling for someone in the Rebulican Congressional Commitee in Washington. i'm not sure who she or what that is, but
"we'd like to recognize you for the national leadership award, and i need to speak to you about a press release."
i'm not able to recall anything i've done that i'd consider to be on a national level, although i'm sure bowling for kid's sake in february solved more problems than i'm able to get a handle on. maybe they know about the contest. unfortunately ms. harris, i'm not going to be able to return your call, but i certainly appreciate the sentiment. thank you for contacting me. i'm sure whatever it is that you're involved in will continue to churn along in an expensive and silly manner just fine without me.
but seriously, it's an 800 number and i suspect bobby harris is a telemarketer. calling back to play along and get details, or ask if it's a cash prize probably wouldn't go over, so i'm just gonna keep the message and hope i don't get antsy on the machine at some point and accidentally erase it. The Day My Country Recognized Me. no trouble for me please officer, i'm a national hero. waitress? i'd like to eat for free today, thanks. you there, wash my car while i'm in the theater.
back to reality i go.
the answering machine's in a funny place now where i don't see it unless i look. i woke up today and discoverd that i missed a call yesterday from one female Bobby Harris, calling for someone in the Rebulican Congressional Commitee in Washington. i'm not sure who she or what that is, but
"we'd like to recognize you for the national leadership award, and i need to speak to you about a press release."
i'm not able to recall anything i've done that i'd consider to be on a national level, although i'm sure bowling for kid's sake in february solved more problems than i'm able to get a handle on. maybe they know about the contest. unfortunately ms. harris, i'm not going to be able to return your call, but i certainly appreciate the sentiment. thank you for contacting me. i'm sure whatever it is that you're involved in will continue to churn along in an expensive and silly manner just fine without me.
but seriously, it's an 800 number and i suspect bobby harris is a telemarketer. calling back to play along and get details, or ask if it's a cash prize probably wouldn't go over, so i'm just gonna keep the message and hope i don't get antsy on the machine at some point and accidentally erase it. The Day My Country Recognized Me. no trouble for me please officer, i'm a national hero. waitress? i'd like to eat for free today, thanks. you there, wash my car while i'm in the theater.
back to reality i go.