(Name that tune!) So I got woken up a lot this morning by my cell phone, ringing like mad, over and over again. Most of the time the people calling were actually people I knew, trying to reach someone else in my family who wasn’t home at the moment. There were even a couple calls that, while I remember talking to someone, I don’t know who it was. (Hope it wasn’t important…) But the worst – or best, depending on whether or not I can laugh at it yet – was a woman who was trying to call Jupiter.

She sounded like someone who would try to call Jupiter. She explained that apparently Jupiter has a number very similar to mine – whereas my number ends in a 28, Jupiter’s ends in a 25. Small galaxy, eh? I didn’t even realize that Jupiter fell under the Northern Virginia area code – I knew there were a million 703’s out there, but I didn’t know they went that far.

That’s the longest conversation I’ve ever had with a wrong number – she just kept talking. She kept telling me, “God Bless,” which makes me wonder where she was calling from. Maybe people who call Jupiter are heavenly enough to actually relay messages at a closer relation to God. Or is that being blasphemous? I don’t know, right now I’m too tired to tell the difference. I wish I could go back to bed, but unfortunately this tired planetoid is heading off to Ikea right now. Tomorrow night, cell phone’s getting turned off before Pluto tries to set me up on a blind date with Mercury.