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See, I'm not too young to be going out and trying hard to embarrass myself memorably. I am, unfortunately, incapable of putting phone numbers into the permanent memory of my cell phone, relying instead on the illusion that they'll remain forever in the 'recent calls' column. Thus, instead of my original plan, to go out and make a go of enjoying bad DJing and the odd selections of beverage only those blessed with trust funds can afford, I'm sitting here, typing this to avoid doing real work.
That work may, at this point, only consist of putting attachments to e-mails and getting them to people who want to give me money for them, but still, it's the principle of the thing. Especially on Friday night of a holiday weekend.
Oh, dear. I am old. |
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