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apollo thirteen

From the moment I left work this morning, I was incredibly busy. Work on the other hand had been very slow. In fact two of coworkers were going online to look up old classmates from high school using a well known service that I need not advertise. Since I wasn't registered, I asked them to look at my high school for me. I was surprised to see the people who had registered.

There were only a little more than a hundred people in my graduating class so I knew all of them. It was the random grouping that caught my attention. Two of them were part of what was at that time, my close circle of friends. Sadly I haven't spoken to either of them in years. One of them I haven't spoken to since we graduated. She had been the previous girlfriend of a friend of mine and once that ended she was in a sense abandoned by the group.

...

There was another smaller surprise waiting for me when I got home. Absentmindedly I picked up my phone and noticed that there wasn't a dial tone. I checked the phone, unplugged and then plugged it back into the jack. Nothing changed. There was still no dial tone.

I hoped that it was a minor problem and headed back out on the road. I needed to get to the eastside of town. I wanted to get my books for class next week and this was my second to last chance.

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Dinah Washington was completely unknown to me before tonight. She was the focus of the play for this month. I was worried. This was not something that I would have chosen to see if there were any options in my season tickets. Singing on stage bothers me and musicals are a form of torture. People do not burst into song unless they are high or mentally deranged.

I often find it odd that some women can't suspend disbelief when it comes to science ficton, but they can accept grown men dancing and singing for no real reason in a musical.

 
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