August 12, 2006

3:00 a.m.

The fact that I am up at this ungodly hour has something to do with 17 year-olds, boyfriends, tequila, the Glastonbury police, a worried mom (aka Chloe), and a tired mentor with a car, a cell phone, and a more-or-less clear head (aka Jack Bauer). "Chloe, get me the location of a 24 hour Dunkin Donuts, I'm going in and will call back when I have the package". Everyone is back where they are supposed to be. Repercussions will follow I am sure, probably not meted out by me. And some long talks about a bunch of issues.

The amusing part is that Zippy answered the 1:00 am phone call. Not happy, she. Off to bed, me.

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