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Killin' time.

No, I'm not here to slaughter you, your family, or your eyes with this post. But maybe your family's eyes. Hm.

I just needa kill some time before calling my job back to see if they need me for my call in. Apparently the line is busy. Gasp! Other people! Using my job's phone! BLASPHEMY!

In other news, this lady made my day yesterday. I was signing her up for an AERewards card, and she marveled at how fast I was typing. Like a good couple times.

And then she asked, "Are you are writer or something??"

To which I beamed, "Why, yes I am." Then added, "I also use a typewriter for drafting." She gasped at this. Apparently I brought back some PTSD type memories of writing term papers on typewriters back in the 19__'s.

Still though, it was pretty awesome :D
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