the phone rings at two am.
i answer it.
who is this?
thinking it someone i know trying to differentiate me from my roommate, i give my name.
what dorm are you in?
i have no excuse, except that it was two am. i gave the name of my dorm.
are you a freshman? you must be.
i begin to wake up. i ask who is calling. he gives me some vaguely unfamilliar name.
don't you remember me?
no, i don't.
i met you at the party the other night.
did you.
you were pretty wasted.
i think you have the wrong number.
no, i'm calling for you. sure you don't remember me?
no, i don't.
you were pretty wasted.
i don't think i was.
well, you were looking pretty hot...

click.

and thence to spend the rest of the night restlessly half awake, alternately thinking of all the witty things i should have said and wondering if, given the knowledge of my dorm and phone number, a psychotic frat boy could somehow sneak into the dorm, jimmy open my door and kill me in my sleep.


in other news, i've decided to devote this, the first day of my spring break, to accomplishing absolutely as little as possible.
ah, damn, i just realized i already made my bed.

okay, starting now. no more accomplishments, all day long. i swear.

...does blogging count?