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evila_elfToday was nuts! Our water heater died, had to get a replacement ASAP. Got that taken care of, then it didn't want to work, so began the process of flipping switches to see if we could get it to start. Then the breaker to the fridge got screwed up(for the 4th time in 2 weeks)--finally got everything working again.
Some of Mom's JW church friends (I think they are trying to convert Dad--NooooO!!) came by. Dad told me to basically lie and say that he had an appointment to go to...Dog was flipping out/barking/yipping the whole time I was politely speaking to them and trying to run out the door...the phone started ringing...Ahhh! Dad got in trouble from Mom for lying and he tried to switch the blame to me for stretching the lie and saying that he was LATE to his appointment. Parents, blah. I wanted to leave early for work just to get out of the house. I prefer work to home most of the time...not sure if that is a good thing or not...
She led BJ outside and spoke some words to Sin’ye and a message to pass on to his wife. Then she took BJ to the road.
“I want to thank you for helping me. I don’t know what would have happened. I might still be there next week afraid to leave.”
“Go now. Say hi to Hawk eye from me.”
“Sure you don’t want to come and say hello to him yourself?”
“I can’t. I need stay here. Help.”
BJ nodded in understanding. ”Take care of yourself.”
“You also, B J.”
He gave Jo’an a quick hug, then hurried off, his long strides covering the distance quickly. He wanted to get back to the 4077th while he still could. He rubbed stinging sweat from his eyes and tried to think about something other than the ache surrounding his head.
The time he spent walking blurred like his vision. He didn’t see the small pot hole in the road and tripped, falling to his knees. A rustle from the brush startled him. His heart started pounding more than his head when a rifle came into his field of vision.
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Frank awkwardly supported half of Hawkeye’s weight as he hopped to the operating building. “Get Potter and Margaret,” he said when they reached the door.
The Major ran off without an argument.
Hawkeye limped over to a chair in the scrubroom and sat. He took a deep breath, then finally looked at his foot. He had to look away: It was swollen to twice it’s normal size and looked like it needed to be drained and heavily disinfected. He was glad he had kicked off his boots or else he would have had a worse problem on his hands, so to speak.
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Some of Mom's JW church friends (I think they are trying to convert Dad--NooooO!!) came by. Dad told me to basically lie and say that he had an appointment to go to...Dog was flipping out/barking/yipping the whole time I was politely speaking to them and trying to run out the door...the phone started ringing...Ahhh! Dad got in trouble from Mom for lying and he tried to switch the blame to me for stretching the lie and saying that he was LATE to his appointment. Parents, blah. I wanted to leave early for work just to get out of the house. I prefer work to home most of the time...not sure if that is a good thing or not...
She led BJ outside and spoke some words to Sin’ye and a message to pass on to his wife. Then she took BJ to the road.
“I want to thank you for helping me. I don’t know what would have happened. I might still be there next week afraid to leave.”
“Go now. Say hi to Hawk eye from me.”
“Sure you don’t want to come and say hello to him yourself?”
“I can’t. I need stay here. Help.”
BJ nodded in understanding. ”Take care of yourself.”
“You also, B J.”
He gave Jo’an a quick hug, then hurried off, his long strides covering the distance quickly. He wanted to get back to the 4077th while he still could. He rubbed stinging sweat from his eyes and tried to think about something other than the ache surrounding his head.
The time he spent walking blurred like his vision. He didn’t see the small pot hole in the road and tripped, falling to his knees. A rustle from the brush startled him. His heart started pounding more than his head when a rifle came into his field of vision.
***
Frank awkwardly supported half of Hawkeye’s weight as he hopped to the operating building. “Get Potter and Margaret,” he said when they reached the door.
The Major ran off without an argument.
Hawkeye limped over to a chair in the scrubroom and sat. He took a deep breath, then finally looked at his foot. He had to look away: It was swollen to twice it’s normal size and looked like it needed to be drained and heavily disinfected. He was glad he had kicked off his boots or else he would have had a worse problem on his hands, so to speak.
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Date: 2004-11-03 03:38 am (UTC)Anyway it's time for lunch. Quickly update my journal and then I'm off to eat something. And study some more - I should not waste this day, so *yawns* ciao!
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Date: 2004-11-03 12:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-03 05:31 am (UTC)<:3D~
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Date: 2004-11-03 12:04 pm (UTC)I need to update my site as well...I think I am behing by about 4 parts as well as that new little ficcy from yesterday...hmm...I might go update that now if Geocities will let me.