If I believed in that sort of thing, I'd call it a psychic bond. As it is, I think it's either creepy or the greatest thing that I've ver had happen in a relationship.
Last night, I bade Dirk a tearful farewell (remember, I was incredibly fucked-up yesterday), telling him that I'd call him from work at 2:00. This morning, I woke up puking. After going through all the effort of showering and getting dressed for work, I determined that I just felt too shitty to leave the house. So, I got undressed, adn went back to bed, figuring I was probably experiencing some kind of karmic backlash for playing hookey from work last Wednesday.
I hate being sick by myself, but I wasn't going to call Dirk until two, lest I get his mother. Even when she and Dirk are on good terms, I am persona non grata in that house. I was just going back to sleep, when the phone rang, at about 7:14. Whoever it was hung up real quick, so I hit the caller I.D. and found out that the call had come from Dirk's house. Curious, I called him...sure enough, it had been him.
Apparently, he'd been unable to sleep last night because he kept having this odd feeling that I'd be home today. So, he called after 7, figuring that my parents would be at work by then, and hung up. He knows I'm addicted to caller I.D. when people hang up.
Weird. I used to have the same sort of thing happen with my friend, Dalin, when she lived near me. Luckily, I don't believe in paranormal wah-wah bullshit, or psychic abilities. Shit happens. Just because I watch the X-files doesn't mean I live them.
The new issue of the 'zine is finally coming out tomorrow. I'm printing up my opening tonight, and putting it all together tomorrow. Yee-ha.
The librarians here at my college are starting to get kind of bitchy. Maybe they're not getting laid often enough. So, I'm going back to my guestbook-hopping. Dirk, meanwhile, is busy looking up Internet Porn.
I'm still waiting for Krisco to tell me what's on that tape she supposedly has. Maybe she jumped up and down on her bed and made moaning noises. This, she'll claim, is a tape of her and Dirk fucking last Sunday.
Something's wrong with my Nedstat thingie. Claims the server's not responding. I knew it was too good to be true.
As a side not, my father seems to have dug up a fucked-up sense of humor from somewhere. When he was told that I stayed home from work because I was vomiting this morning, he took me off to one side and asked, smiling his ass off, "Had a touch of morning sickness, did we?" I told Dirk about it, and had the pleasure of watching the poor guy's jaw drop. He's afraid of my father. Can't say I blame him, considering all the gun/hunting clubs my dad belongs to.
I like the picture C-- sent me so much, I'm going to post it again.