Darlings, what a divine residency I had in Slacker City until this morning, when the mattress ejector button propelled me back into morning drive reality. During my break, I endured 10 days of domestic archaeology, armed with a pith helmet and flame thrower.
You radio guys know that in the seconds it takes to walk from the car to the control room, you accelerate from 0 to 60 mph. It's hardly Mach 1, but I could swear the after effects are similar.
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