Still nothing. Still no word or one single bloody text message on my cell phone. That's all I'm asking for! I'm not asking for a long protracted conversation about every minute of the trip, just one quick little minute to say "Hey, we landed, I'm back. Talk to you tomorrow." Is that so much to ask for?

Oh god, would you listen to me?! I sound like some freakish girlfriend who goes ballistic if she doesn't get a phone call when she wants it. Sorry, I apologize. I will not worry.I will not even think about it. Since I have now seen the error of my ways I will now be content to sit here at work listening to Virgin Radio, sipping my coffee and watching the NIT game that is now on ESPN. That's better...for now. Until I go to bed and can't sleep because I keep thinking that something horrible has happened or that god forbid, another girl has been found and I'll actually get told about it. Blah.

My sister found out her boyfriend is not going to be deployed, for now. She's going to go visit him at the base he is now stationed at in North Carolina (can't remember which one right now) over the weekend. Must be nice. At least I'll have company when we go to St. Louis in April. Oh, hey, maybe we can snag tickets for the Cards while we're there...hmmm...have to hop on the MLB website and check schedules.

"This is how you remind me.." Damn, I'm going to have that song in my head for the rest of the night now. I hope a good Coldplay or Beatles tune pops on soon.

Since my show has been unceremoniously moved to Friday, I guess I'll get more gym time in tomorrow. Sucks. Now I have to split my committed t.v. time between Wednesday (The West Wing) and Friday (Ed). Blah. At least open hockey doesn't start until 10:15 p.m. Woo-hoo!

This just could be the funniest thing I've seen all day.