Had a drink. Ran over the annotated notes. Ran over them again. Had another drink. Not big drinks, just, you know, drink drinks. Thought maybe I should practice on someone first. Decided that might take too long and the anxiety might get pushy with with drink(s) about who was the line leader.
Called Dad.
Got the machine. Left veeeeryyyy sloooow and wellll spaaaced messsage so he could get to the phone...(cordless phones give you brain cancer, you know)
Nothing.
Ah well, I'd hate to have nothing for tomorrow, right?
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