Stupid ADD
I messed up this afternoon. No idea if Jodi is ever going to stop being mad about it. But now that I've had some Adderall, I look back in horror and wonder if there's any way to protect her (and her career) from these moments when I revert to my 8-year-old self.
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(Also, verb form = crucio. ;p )
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I bet you did...
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I have since realized that I shouldn't have called any of Jodi's colleagues, etc., without Jodi realizing that I intended to do so, and especially not this most important contact.
If I'd thought about Jodi's opinion of this plan for even an instant, I would have asked her first. But I figured I could just get her connected with her mentor, get the information (to wit: was her handwriting ACTUALLY intended to send us to "UMD" or was that "U Mo" (Missouri?), "UMQ" (Montreal, Quebec)? or what?, and get Jodi into a cheerful mood for a campus visit.
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As a person who doesn't like to talk on the phone, except to katty or leslie or sometimes toad, i can sympathize, especially when not prepared to talk to the person.
Hopefully jodi's calmed down now and understands you were trying to help. PS, hey, if i ever do get published, don't call my publisher for me and hand the phone to me. *grin*