Are you so afraid of what I have to say that you immediately start your petty little remarks?
I meant an eight-page posting on B'Net. Don't be so sensitive, Neomonist.
About that post. I wasn’t finished with it when it got sent. This is a bit of a roundabout explanation, but bear with me.
I work the overnight shift at a shelter for developmentally disabled adults. While I was working on building a humorous response, I was interrupted by one of the clients experiencing flashbacks to a traumatic childhood experience.
While I was with him, a co-worker asked if he could send a message using my computer. Usually he just opens a window to Yahoo Mail to do his thing, but not this time. When I finished with the client, my computer was shut down and I was so drained I didn’t think about it. I spent the rest of the morning letting the TV slap me in the face and he was napping. On the way out the front door this morning, he informed me that he sent the post. He sends his apologies to you and hopes his little screw-up didn’t cause problems.
If I can recall my train of thought on that post, I’ll finish it.