my phone rang right as i was leaving my apartment to get back to work. the number was listed as "unknown," which is sometimes good news but mostly bad. i picked it up despite.
it was joanna. at first, i thought she said, "my roommate tried to kill me!" it was actually more along the lines of, "my roommate tried to kiss me" but the misinterpretation made her laugh.
she might come home early, but she probably won't because she's stubborn like that.
i wish she would, because i'm lonely as hell.
whatever you do, do not see punch-drunk love. i saw that and just married yesterday, and much preferred the latter to the former, unfortunately. the only thing that punch-drunk love succeeded in doing is making adam sandler an actor.