Approximately 4 years ago, I was sitting at my computer after a long night of drinking. It was in the loft of Dn’s house. Matt L. was in Lawrence for the weekend and had retired on the couch in the living room below.
“What are you doing,” he yelled up to me.
“Writing an e-mail,” I said.
“To who?”
“No one.”
“Do you really think that is a good idea at 3:00 in the morning?” he asked.
“Probably not…”
In the future, an instance like this will be less likely for many, many men and women who have lost love. Thank you, Google
2 comments:
That was actually Blaine, not Matt.
Really??? Maybe I was writing an email TO Matt.
Nonetheless, the fact I can't remember who it was reiterates the accomplishment of Google.
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