I've been trying to call you for a week.
"Um, she's in north carolina, or something. I don't know. Call later."
and I do, and your roomates are getting annoyed. You know I can't help but call and call and call until I either
A: get what I want or
B: am firmly told that I can't have it. Even if I don't want it that much.
The other night I woke up from a dream about what's trapped underneath the ice in antarctica and I remembered that time I said I was a better driver than you. I just realized that I hadn't driven with you since we were 18, and that you'd been driving the shuttle for a couple years now with no complaint while I've been walking and almost getting killed every day. I want to apologize, and it's driving me crazy. Please call.