waiting for a ride...

well, right now i'm sitting on a blue couch in an area of the warehouse we call the sweet spot.  it's the area where everyone hangs out, check's their email or plays a game.  my friend/roommate crissa and i are waiting for our roommate, who has a car, to give us a ride home.  we've probably could've been home by now but we are really at the point of commitment i say.  by that, i mean we can't really turn back on waiting for the ride now.  we are tired and if we started walking now, they would probably pass us on the road and we would've wished we'd waited longer.  did you catch all those w words i just used.  i should write a book about things that start with the letter w.  it could be a children's book.  we will wait a wittle wonger...he, he, he!