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Do you know how frustrating it is to have a thousand things you wish dearly to consider fully and write about and to actually have some time to do so during the day but to have that time divided into hundreds of micro-chunks that are suitable for no more than jotting down perhaps a sentence and a half before the next time your phone rings and you have to talk to someone who's complaining that their ticket has been open since last week and they need someone to come out and talk to them ASAP and that the Ford IT system sucks?

I really don't care.

But that's ok. I do my job and I write when I can. I'm on break now; that's why I've managed to write as much as I have here. With luck, I'll have a good chunk more written before I get home. After that, I'll probably work on it some more at home and perhaps, if my plans with Andrea leave enough time, work on our taxes.

And I will open Trillian up. There are friends, both old and new, who I really need to keep in touch with.

'Till then...