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Oct. 18th, 2004 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dream_labyrinthIt's eight minutes to one. The army lady only works until one. She's got eight minutes left to call me. So would the fucking phone please ring now!! This is about my future, dammit!
EDIT: And the computer clock is off by ten minutes. As is my wrist watch.
EDIT EDIT: OK, so she didn't call. Not at eight minutes to one, not at five to one or at one or one-thirty. And neither could I reach her. Which means I had to write to the university and ask them to wait another day before deciding.
Mom thinks there's a technical problem within the army network, as we haven't heard from my brother for a while either, and he usually emails regularly. But I rather think she just forgot about it or is ill or something. Damn.
EDIT: And the computer clock is off by ten minutes. As is my wrist watch.
EDIT EDIT: OK, so she didn't call. Not at eight minutes to one, not at five to one or at one or one-thirty. And neither could I reach her. Which means I had to write to the university and ask them to wait another day before deciding.
Mom thinks there's a technical problem within the army network, as we haven't heard from my brother for a while either, and he usually emails regularly. But I rather think she just forgot about it or is ill or something. Damn.
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Date: 2004-10-18 04:43 pm (UTC)I feel like stomping into my room and slamming doors right now, very much like a teenager who was denied the car keys.