December 29th, 2000
It's all in my notes, every last word you need. I'm way over this...way, way over this. I'd type more but my mind is racing and I can't keep it still. Call it a day and put it to bed.
This should rattle a few feathers....This should shake things down....This should run things up the flagpole to see who salutes. (and it ain't gonna be me to salute that little bad boy, no siree)
If you've got the time, then I've got the fear.