Reverse-order chronological stuff that comes out of me.
Friday, August 15, 2003
Rickin, pickin, rassa-frassin, ....
Two hours and ten minutes into my hold time, the line is disconnected. My guess? They botched the connection and hung up on me. I was just sitting here - I didn't even touch the phone.
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