February 17, 2004 - Tuesday | 4:34 PM, CST

You can always trust the police to make you feel like an idiot.

I was coming home from work today, and saw a vehicle in the ditch as I turned onto my road. Its front end was in the road, and the back was resting in a snowbank. I got out of my car and looked inside to make sure no one was hurt.

The car was unoccupied and all the doors were locked. There was no damage to anything, and I looked around the car to make sure no one had gotten out after hitting their head and wandered off aimlessly.

Satisfied that everything was ok, I got back in my car and went home. I was getting ready for a shower when I thought "You know, I sure hate getting paged out to empty vehicles, I'll call the county and let them know nothing is wrong."

So I look up the non-emergency number for the sherriff and give them a call. I let them know that I got out, looked around, no one was there, etc. I told them four times "I just wanted to let you know so that no one would think it was an emergency."

They thanked me, and hung up. About thirty seconds later, my scanner started lighting up as the police, an ambulance, and the fire department were dispatched to the empty car as I sat and shook my head in disbelief.

So what else? Andy and Jason had their twenty-first birthdays this past weekend. They celebrated them at the tavern in Sheldon. Also, Tina was down this weekend, and I was supposed to meet up with her and Mandy at the bar in Watseka.

That was Valentine's night, and I spent most of it watching tv at Mom's house with Kelly. We also cruised around out in the country for a couple of hours. I feel bad for not seeing anyone else, but first of all the thought of going to a bar doesn't seem very fun, and I didn't want to make Kelly hang out in the car while I went in and told everyone hello.

I wish more people had online journals, I'm re-reading Kim's old archives at the moment. Dad is supposed to be over here in a little bit and help me fix my truck. There's not much I hate more than laying out in the cold trying to pry some rusty bolt off, but hopefully it will be the dose of penicillin my truck needs.

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