and then have to hang around waiting to find out what the result is?
I mean, hypothetically speaking.
OK, no. Really. I did something pretty stupid just now. Via text message.
Stop groaning, all you people who I’ve victimized with messages in the past.
It’s Chelle’s fault. She encouraged me in my error.
You know how irresistible she is when she tells you to do what you wanted to do anyway but were too chicken to.
Yes, I am still too distracted to write–how could you tell?