Voicemail: Aaron
Sent Sunday night:
"Hey, Aaron, it's me. Sorry for being incommunicado lately. Eaten alive by work, you know how it is. Spent all weekend, I swear, tied to my chair at the computer, just writin' and checkin' things on the net. I think I took bathroom breaks every now and then. I probably ate something, too. But! It's done. Something I wrote, in the next issue of Newsweek - can you imagine? Plus . . . well, they did an interview with me for the same issue, and I'm not expecting that to come out half as well, ha, ha. Media fabrications and exaggerations - anyway. Don't wanna bore you with shop talk. But, speaking of talk, can you give me a call sometime soon? I hope we can get together this week, maybe. I want to talk with you, and yeah, I know what that sounds like, cue the ominous music, yadda yadda yadda. But I do. Seriously. Call me? My best to the fam. Hope to hear from you soon. Thanks."
"Hey, Aaron, it's me. Sorry for being incommunicado lately. Eaten alive by work, you know how it is. Spent all weekend, I swear, tied to my chair at the computer, just writin' and checkin' things on the net. I think I took bathroom breaks every now and then. I probably ate something, too. But! It's done. Something I wrote, in the next issue of Newsweek - can you imagine? Plus . . . well, they did an interview with me for the same issue, and I'm not expecting that to come out half as well, ha, ha. Media fabrications and exaggerations - anyway. Don't wanna bore you with shop talk. But, speaking of talk, can you give me a call sometime soon? I hope we can get together this week, maybe. I want to talk with you, and yeah, I know what that sounds like, cue the ominous music, yadda yadda yadda. But I do. Seriously. Call me? My best to the fam. Hope to hear from you soon. Thanks."