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This looks like a job for Emergency Pants!
2005-05-16 12:38 p.m.

So, the phone rang at 9:30 today. I'm all high tech, and my boss has a special ring tone of her very own.

"Hi, it's me. Say, can you get here by 10:30 today?"

(Nooooo!)

"Um, well, I just woke up, and--"

"I'm such a dumbass. I took all my shirts to the drycleaners on my way to work today. ALL of them. I even made a point of getting the emergency one out of the closet by the door, and then I got here and realized what I'd done."

(Wait, she has an Emergency Shirt? Is that anything like Torg's Emergency Pants?)

"Um..."

"I just need to borrow a shirt for the day. I'll get it back to you in a few days."

(She's speaking English. I'm almost sure of it. If I could just wake up a litle bit more...)

"So....you want a shirt?"

"Yeah."

(Almost there now.)

"A....work shirt?

"Um, yeah."

(Hooray! It all makes sense! Just one more minor detail to clear up.)

"But, you don't, like, need ME to be wearing a shirt at all today?"

"What? No."

(Hooray!)

"Oh, that's fine, then. I'll be there as soon as I can."

And it was. She had very decently waited until the last possible moment to make this call, so even though she'd technically said I didn't need to wear a shirt, I decided to throw on a t-shirt over my jammies anyway.
***
D has a job in Madison now, and is saving money for an apartment. I thought it would really weird me out. The Big Bad Ex, once again part of my immediate social circle. That's supposed to be a bad thing, right? But really, it's not like that at all.

He can tell me about how his telemarketing job is a lot like the one he had in Milwaukee, and I know exactly what he means. I can say, Yeah, student loans SUCK, and he knows that this has been a recurring motif in things I say for basically my entire adult life.

I think what I'm trying to get at is, we have a shared history. It's the relationship you'd have with anyone you've known that long. It's pretty awesome, actually.

About once a week, he comes over, and we just hang out for a few hours. He says things like "Have a cigarette. They're Nicoterrific!" and I can't stop laughing.

I'm so grateful that we can do this. Two years ago, I never would have thought it possible. He was the most important person in my life for a really long time. Now, he isn't. But we've done what everyone says simply can't be done. We're friends.

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