(normal or occasional or passing through blog reader, this is not for you)

Hey babe. I know you can't get email, so you could always blog me. Or lj. or post a word document "email" on ripway. and you still haven't told me if I can leave phone messages on the answering machine, i.e. whether you take them off and write them somewhere or if my message is now going to be in the middle of a bunch of messages not for you. I'm sorry I only called once last night (tonight, technically, when I'm writing this). I got home a little late, because Amy was dancing with Mikas, who she loves dancing with, so I wasn't going to interrupt her to leave, since it's she and not I that needs to get home at a particular time [laughs]. Anyway, I don't have your cell number to call it. If it's written somewhere, it's only in a single place, which I have forgotten about and can't find near the computer here anywhere. So I called the house, and you didn't answer, and I clipped comics, and then it was 1:30 here, and that's 2:30 there, and I didn't want to wake you if you were asleep. So I'm sorry I missed you, and you can feel free to wake me up tomorrow during the morning or midday, though I'm going to get a haircut (at least a trim, since it really is a little too shaggy for what I want right now) sometime after 11 when Ian gets home from driver's ed. just remember it's an hour earlier, and it's 3am here when I'm about to go to bed [grins]. And tango I'll be leaving for at 6. Ok, love. sleepy time. [kisses you]

(goodnight nosey blogger reader; no hard feelings, but no kisses for you.)