Jonathan pulled a "I don't know how soon, but I think I'll have time to hang out tonight..." on me, after I'd informed him I rescheduled [for saturday] with Mrs. Shear to optimize our time together.
So now I'm waiting for the call... with a growling stomach.
*phone rings: unknown caller; Incoming call rejected!*
He did say it might take him longer than the hopefully projected hour to hour&a-half.
*voicemail: more pre-recorder voter information; baleted!*
But my tummy is hungry, now! *pouty lips*
I must remind myself... steak, noodles, alfredo, good company... you can wait!
*sigh, looking at the [otherwise] inactive phone*
