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Okay, so because I'm the best typist in the company and pretty smart besides I got tasked with setting up an answering service to add comments to the database via-voice messaging and emails.  You call in, appropriate parties receive an email and can notate the records appropriately.  It's alright.  Today though, this dude left a little brief message and then couldn't hang up his phone or didn't know how (this is kind of the level of dude I work with) and I guess just started driving around jamming out to Hall and Oates.  So now, I'm gonna transcribe all of Kiss is on My List into the dude's records. 

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Normally this doesn't happen but I had vivid dreams all last night - dreams of disaster.

Bookshelves collapsing and crushing people (me) and a coyote attack.  That coyote bit, it was the worst.  I was walking through a parking lot and there was a goose (the symbol of betrayal!) and I said:  "Goooose."  Which is what I do when I see a goose, mostly, and then up pops this weird mean dog and it came right at me and I fell on my ass and was getting coyote mauled.  Disaster.

This has been a prophecy.