Speaking of wonky, I was on the phone till a little after ten tonight. I can barely think straight. The woman and I were joking about each of us downing some Scotch after we hung up.
Two places, and a couple people who will hotel room with me if they fall through. Feeling a bit twitchy, here.
And another thing about the 30-day contract people... I am basically their slave until they get tired and release me from the phone. I feel like a genie, which reminds me:
A genie, imprisoned in a lamp, alone and desperate to escape, promised it would grant three wishes to whomever released it.
A thousand years later, the genie swore to bring untold riches and treasure to whomever would free it from its prison.
A thousand years after that the genie swore unending pain and torment on whichever luckless bastard finally set it free.
Genie, I so totally understand you.
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