Strode by the Riverside...: Jon, Juh-Jon, Jon..... JON!

Suuuuuu...... (like so- but not...)

It must have been around 3am this morning. I'm always on call- regardless of whether I actually answer the phone. ; )

It only beeped anyway.

But now I was awake. (seriously! *insert overly dramatic WHHHHHHYYYYYY?!?!?!?!?*)

Fine.

You win Mr. phone-I-can't-stand-but-I'm-stuck-with.

*blip* *boop* *beep*

An email?! Really. -_- ( - almost my face exactly)

"Hello." = spam.

Usually someone that told me I could go into cohorts with some guy from sdkjfhskjdfh-stine who died without a will for zillions of dollars and if I help I can get 10%- which is still like a billion dollars!

Wait! I know who this is from....

"blah blah... couldn't sleep. Blah blah my problems... blah- I couldn't sleep because I found your blog and I'm reading it...."

ohhhhhhhhhhh CRAP!

have i written something stupid?-when was the last time i updated it?-what if he reads about my past exboyfriends?-what if he thinks im psycho?-why didnt i write something more happy?-i shoulda turned it into an observation thingy vs a journal thingy then i wouldn't have this issue!-crap, what am i gonna do now?!-is it time to change my name again?

"I wonder how you're feeling right now? Nervous?" - did you seriously just write that?! I'm doomed.

My brain hadn't completely kicked back on yet- so I'm processing at about dial-up speed.

"Don't be, it's okay. I can't sleep because I just couldn't stop reading. First off I want to say that I'm sorry." -
-this is not what I want to be reading this early.

... All I'm thinking is that he's about to say "I'M SORRY I EVER SPOKE TO YOUR SORRY *bleep* *da bleepin* *bleep*" Mind you, it's like 3:05 in the morning.

"Really. I didn't know I sounded that way. In fact I was trying to spin it the other way. I remember I texted you that 'being a Father doesn't necessarily mean fathering kids', and I mean that. Anyway. I read the last five or so, and then went and read the first few. I think I found where you got the Shawn too. I like reading your stuff. "

Oh. Well that was ok. Hmmmm...

Wait a minute..... what was in the last five?? Is that the entry I entitled, "Am I going boy crazy again?!" Crap. I had to guess and read what I thought were the last five (couldn't seem to count to 5 at 3)

"This is kinda weird though. I feel a teeny, tiny bit jealous, but I'm not sure if I have any reason to be. That's all I got for that. "

-Jealous? Of what?? This started an all-out reading frenzy which had me read every entry. I had forgotten most of what I had written. Although my fuzzy brain couldn't truly comprehend what I was re-reading- I guessed that it could've been worse. I actually re-read them a few times to over-analyze what I was thinking at the time, how it could interpreted now, and if I felt that way now. Way too much thinking for 3 am. Still funny, a few hours later- I don't remember what I read.

I finished Jon's e-mail. He had written about his grandfather's funeral from the weekend prior. Funny that the preacher called him by the wrong name, "we're here to honor, Thomas...errr.... Rocky" You can't make this stuff up- or fix that! Even reading the message more than 3 times, I don't think I understood what I was reading and I'll have to read it later today when my brain restarts.

I even woke up with a nightmare that someone had written something like "you'll get yours" or something across my computer screen. I wasn't freaked about the writing- even in my sleepy stupor I was mad because the person didn't realize that I have a cracked screen and I was mad because the pressure from the writing means it didn't work anymore.

I'm not the most rational being when it's unexpected.

Very thing is- I thrived on the ambulance.

Not in ambulance mode anymore, evidently.

Later, I had asked him how he found it- because none of my family can find or remember it. He said he googled some stuff and after some digging, found a pic that looked like me and it took him right here.

Touche.

I mean, I am the one that tracked down his congregation, contacted his bishop, got his ring size, and sent him a package without his knowledge. This can't be thaaaat bad.

(*cough- Karma!) ~I deserved that.