Monday, December 12, 2005

Come on baby, light my ire.

The above is not a typo, it's entirely appropriate. The ME building goes to special lengths to see that I'm driven insane, but when even metal grinding on metal is not sufficient they pull out the big guns, Grad Students attempting to win tickets via a fax contest.

Remember, for every number you see I had to hear the dialing and the busy signal. For every ... single ... time.

Viola! The torment I endure.