“What happened to make you so sad?”
The other day, I met a friend[1] of mine in the library. I was reading trashy stuff in the reading room there — I love their reading rooms — when suddenly, “Wolfa?”[2]
So we had a conversation, which was really nice, though I spend the entire time fiddling and fidgeting, enough that he worried that he was bothering or annoying me. No, no, I am just feeling restless. Fiddly. I used to take pieces of paper and tear them up into small square bits, smaller than confetti, messier. I have never known what that said about me.
[1] We need more words to subdivide this concept.
[2] Very weird to pretend anyone calls me that.
October 28th, 2005 at 2:20 am
So is it “supposed” to be pronounced like “wolfah” or more Canadian, like “wolf, eh”?
October 28th, 2005 at 12:43 pm
I always thought the first, though there is much amusement to the second.