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Thursday night I was exhausted, which on top of how I was feeling was not a good combination. My nose was stuffed and I had a headache that I couldn’t shake for the past week, so I just wanted to get to bed.
After taking care of a couple things, I called it a night. Swigged down a dose of NyQuil, set my alarms, and called it a night.
I was expecting a call from Chenoa in the morning. Nothing big, we just hadn’t really talked much in the past couple of days. I missed it.
I also missed the first, second, third, and fourth alarms. I missed the alarm that my TV has. My phone alarms never woke me. Neither did the text Chenoa sent me to let me know she tried calling me, or the picture text that Whitters sent me to tell me how cold it was by her.
I woke up about 10 minutes after I was supposed to have left for work. I washed my face down, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and sent an IM to Chenoa apologizing for missing the call (and laughed when I saw her away message, silly girl. It’s not Friday!). From there I bolted out the door, with the pouring rain beat down on my poor little car as I was trying to do my best to make up for lost time. The weather kept me close to the speed limit, thus countering my attempts at catch-up.
Only - right before I left the house did I realize that it was not Saturday, but Friday morning. And that my message to Chenoa was probably a dumb one, because I think I mentioned that it was Saturday or something.
I’m kind of hoping that last part was really in my head.
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