Although the workweek is not yet over, I'll spend this entry telling stories about yesterday because, well, yesterday was eventful.
Okay, they're really just boring work stories. Go visit one of my earlier journal entries, maybe the one where I contemplated the value of
pie.
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War Without End )
If I were you, I would've gone back to Colin's daughter and been like: "By the way, your perfume smells wonderful. What's it called? I'd like to buy my boyfriend a bottle. Gotta go!"
I must say, you do have an interesting job though. I mean, you seem to work some crazy hours, but at least it's interesting. And damn, you're well-fed.
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No, at that point I was sending out the "I'm an upstanding, if slightly inebriated, American citizen, please don't shoot me" vibe. It's an important one to master around Secret Service guys. They're touchy about stuff.
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