She sits back inhaling the quiet fumes from her end of evening scotch and remembers a day that involved a beach hike, writing a script, singing karaoke, compiling a paper on the entrepreneurial misgivings of the dot com era, balance sheets and cash flow practice, coordinating a production, and realizes - sometimes life is fairly confusing on any given day, but without this polarity, she would quickly grow bored.
So she settles in with 1925-1970 Pablo Neruda Poetry: Bilingual Edition and expects that again tomorrow she will set forth on a varied journey.
There's a movie in here somewhere, about a guy who's life changes entirely while he's on hold.
Maybe it's a love story.
Maybe it's a comedy.
Maybe it's the beginning of a new tale.
Maybe it's a Pineapple Express raunchy comedy action movie with a side of meets-the-girl-of-his-dreams, Knocked Up style, in between conversations with operators from Fargo who can't check his miles balance without putting him on hold for ten to fifteen minutes in between,
but somewhere between the hours of 8:04 PM and 9:47 PM last night,