Another Friday, Another 55, of a sort
Suspense
The clock ticks loudly, as seconds and minutes drag on.
Time seems to stand still. I wait, breathlessly, anxiously, endlessly. I rant, I plead, I cajole, I threaten. All in vain.
The suspense kills me slowly, as I try to check my email on a 7 kbps (7!) dial-up connection. All hail Zamnet, ISP extraordinaire.
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