I had a lot of dreams about Saxon last night. Most of them were just intra-office politics and such, but I had one dream about talking to the lady from Georgia (one whose number I have memorized - she is quite clueless and calls often). Then I get here this morning, and there is one message waiting - from her. This creeps me out.
When I called I got a machine, though. Hmm.
When I called I got a machine, though. Hmm.