Nomad: waiting for a friend

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Monday, October 10, 2005

waiting for a friend

I am sitting in a coffeeshop reading and studying and such wating for a friend to meet me. I get a call from her husband--she thinks she broke her ankle.

Hummm.... what is it with me and waiting for people and then they get hurt.... first the car accident and then her foot.

At least I have the easy, pain free end of it....