It's nice to be called

It has been one of those dramatic, icky weeks at work. Not entirely dramatic toward me particularly, but dramatic and disappointing in many ways. Not Grey's Anatomy dramatic where there is a gun man, but dramatic none-the-less. And that is all I will say.

Danny called me last night :). It's nice to be called. He called because his week is filling up with crazy, and he wants to firm up our plans for Saturday night. Good thing he called because his Saturday nights begin usually at 1:00am. He said he could be adaptable if needed, and if I preferred, we could move it to 12:00am. I think he was partially kidding, but still serious. I kindly said hell-to-the-no, and said I am a traditional girl (never thought I would say that) and that 9:00pm is my latest...anything later would be improper. I explained improper as in a later date would be the equivalent of a guy suggesting he come over so we can watch a movie. That received a laugh and he assured me that there were no improper intentions...(well I hope that's not entirely the case).

Danny is a vampire you see. He keeps mad hours usually going to bed at 8:00am and getting up at 2:00-3:00pm. Then he goes non-stop working, creating art, trading stock, building, gardening, driving, drinking, thinking, drinking, and more drinking. He claims he rarely eats, maybe once a day, and I guess if you feed on human blood, then eating isn't as much a priority. Fear not friends, I will be sure to wear a turtleneck.

Now,
Dear Gunman on Grey's, can you please go to Dr. Dreamy's office and open fire on that annoying farm girl? Thanks.