I have no cool stories….no funny jokes…pretty much no life at all
at this point. Still working on that. For heaven’s sake, what does a
girl have to do to make friends?  Alas,
the recessive social butterfly gene has skipped me completely. But hey,
who’s complaining? I suppose a reclusive life of hermitage (save the
token 50-odd cats) would not be so bad…..  I kid you not, at
this point, the odds are looking pretty good for it. At least I have
Karen….heh. Oh, but here’s some good news. Becki is coming to
Hillsdale this weekend! And that reminds me….I’m going to see KEANE
on SUNDAY! Wow….life is good again. Simple things.
That will keep me happy for the next hour. I’ll have to think of it
again…..I’ll write myself a reminder note. Good thinking. Speaking of
thinking, Karen has found me out. I have an automated voice response
system. Truly. It’s like when someone is talking to you and you’re
totally zoned out and thinking about something completely unrelated but
you hear the other person’s voice droning on and on….. You
automatically answer to what they say without even thinking about it.
(e.g.: Karen: Hey Margaret, you remember that one time when…and then I….oh and you were like…..blahblahblahblah……
Margaret (staring off into space……..deeply contemplating the
immensely exciting progress of a black, venomous Hillsdale squirrel as
it lopes across the lawn): I dunno
Karen: Exactly. You’re so insightful, Margaret!)
Of course, the automated voice response system has a lot to do with how
much attention the other person is actually paying to what you are
really saying.