I Bet You Could Actually Feel the Presence of Evil Right There in the Room

I was hoping that perhaps after sleeping on it that I would feel better about things, but the truth is that this morning ... I felt much worse. For the first few hours of work I was a small ball of angry in human form. But it got better throughout the course of the day. Several things are still really really bothering me, but I can deal.

After work Cooter came by to check something out on teh internet. Meanwhile I listened to the various messages in my full phone mailbox. He could overhear some of them, particularly Dan's, and he seemed somewhat horrified. Then, in something I was hoping would happen, the phone rang. I answered it and it was Dan. So then we talked for about an hour while Cooter did his thing, and we hit so many notes of the old days and things we used to get up to, and laughed so hard, and told so many stories that I think Cooter was actually afraid.

Dan and I together are one of the greatest tag teams in modern history. The reign of terror we unleashed on Western Mass between 1992 and 1998 is a thing of legend. While alone I can still be something of a sarcastic troublemaking jerk, it's a much different playing field when I have a tag team partner to bounce ideas off of. And Dan and I have wicked chemistry. Sometimes I'm the idea person that sets him off; sometimes he's the idea person who sets me off. There are so many stories that I could fill this blog with them for weeks to come. What you've heard already is only the part of the glacier that's above the water. There's a whole gigantic thing lurking beneath the surface.

At one point Dan and I were talking about something appalling, and only hearing my half of it, Cooter turned around from the computer and gave me a look of complete astonishment. So I said, "You don't want to know." And he agreed that he really didn't. You should have seen that look. It was like he just watched Samara Morgan crawl up out of the well.

I got off the phone just as Cooter was wrapping up. He said, "Geez, I thought women were bad on the phone." So I replied that the two of us together are an evil force he can't hope to comprehend. He's hung out with me, but he's never seen the Western Massachusetts side of me. I'm sure he went home and told Amy about his experience, too.

Be afraid, Cooter. Be very afraid.