Emma is asleep.
Michael's phone line is still busy.
Hrm. Figures. One night out of the week where I actually want to be around people...
Fate mocks me. It really does. It sits on its ass, points and laughs, I tell you.
Part of it is I want to see all my old co-workers. I loved my job, if for no other reason than the people I worked with. Makenzie (yeh. I don't even remember if I named Mak before or after meeting her. I like to think Mak was named after her because she's just that damn cool) and Gino won't be there, but Marc and Jennifer and Julie and Miguel and Efren will. I miss them so. I want to be around artists again. I miss the company of creative people. Having one or two friends who are creative is nice, but there is absolutely nothing that can compare with being surrounded by people who simply think on a different plane than most of the disturbingly rude, ignorant, worthless little bastards of high schoolers I see daily.
And part of it is that I just want to see him. I rarely get to, and it's almost never outside of school. Like I said, fate mocks me.
Now it's a race to whichever happens first - my social mood running out or Michael's phone line freeing up.
Even then he probably won't want to go. Eh.