I raised my voice to my orphan because I was in the middle of writing digital fish wrapping [I AM NOT A PHOTOGRAPHER] and I have to laugh. My boys, living and deceased alike, scuttle under the bed when I really lose my temper because I am not a saint in this confined space. Girls are different. Kimmy rolled in my sweater on the floor and said mom you know I'm adorable.
It worked. She is adorable. I am going to attempt a cell phone conference with Examiners Clarity owners on Tuesday. Attempt, one PM my time. Why? To get myself banned? (Not that they care what I do or say detach or stay with them one way or another...) but right now they are all I have. Ahem. Going to try a straight news piece soon, as they seem to like it so short I can cull a secondary back piece even if I cannot rattle a fresh source quote quickly, so perhaps it would be useful to reign in a fusillade (ahem).
This is not the kind of journalist I am. I know it's a business, and that Fox kills people for the sake of covert practices, and I am a fiery bitch on Google's largesse, but I'm troubled, all the same. Spam in the can.
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