I'm Going to Go Hide Now

My 1916 copy of Just David is dedicated "to my dear friend, Mr. Jack Harkness".

Proceed at your own risk.

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So I was happily on a call with one of our corporate partners when I hear someone say, 'There's a fire. Get out.' At first I thought they were joking as the fire alarm hadn't gone off, but after a second person mentioned fire I grabbed my computer (aren't I a good little corporate drone?) and headed for the staircase. The moral? There's something special about being able to end a call with 'Sorry, we're evacuating the building. Would it be all right if I call you back later?'

That since I've chosen to completely lock this journal down I should at least provide an avenue for people who may want to read it. Not that it's interesting. Quite the opposite in fact. Go ahead, move along. Nothing to see here. This isn't the journal you're looking for.

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And if that doesn't scare you off then leave a comment and I may get around to adding you.