the spy who never left the cold in the first place
So a funny thing happened the other night when I was trying to go to bed. I was turning my cell phone back on after spending some time charging it. prior to the charging incident there was a brief experiment involving a long forgotten IM identity and the cell phone. After trying to write with the phone for about 10 seconds I realized how completely that sucked. Unfortunately, i seemed to forget about a little thing we call logging off. Fats forward about 6 hours and we get back to the going t bed part of the story. Upon turning the phone back on i hear a beeping noise. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature message and 8 tiny letters...K..r..a..t..K..r..a..t. Oh the conundrum......bed after a long day or talk to the old long lost friend on the cell phone. Memories of typing on the damned cell phone came out on top. I said I would talk later.
Fast forward to the next evening: I am at my fairly boring job on the graveyard shift. Upon a whim I sign up for live journal attempting to communicate with KratKrat that night. To make a long story short...it didn't happen that night ... or the next 4 nights. So here we are today starting up the journal during a long boring second shift.