2 for Monday

During the game Sunday, I looked through my phone and saw a missed call at 2:39 a.m. I wish I'd've been awake. Ironically, I asked for a moment of sleep and got it—to miss her call. I wonder what she wanted. Alcohol, advice, or maybe something in the middle.

*EDIT* 2:35 p.m.
The administrator has (after selling plasma) censored what was here, because the point was (hopefully) received. It's difficult, if not impossible, to believe in nothing, or to disbelieve anything. It's the equivolent of forcing one's own eyes out. Doing so will merely believe oneself out of existence. No offense, seriously.