It wasn't. It says it wasn't. God damn it. Fuck. Oh my God. Wait a minute. Now?

Ah! Did I do it? Oh, I did it. Oh, I don't. I took got, you know what I did?

Guys, you want to know what I did? I fucking turned it off and turned it back on again. No. Okay, Boomer, that's why that will never affect me, because, duh. Of course I'm a fucking boomer. That's like saying, okay, mammal. I do not have any kind of sense of, uh, uh, insecurity about my generational cohort.

I am, I am old for a millennial and I am old for a millennial.

Like I'm, I'm one of the oldest millennials, and also I've always been like at the very

Far edge of the whole scene

You know

One of those people

Stop listening to new music once I turned like 22

Although I do think it's funny that now I'm going to try to fucking expound on some bullshit.

It's supposed to be pseudo-perfound.

And it's going to be on the heels of having, like, spent almost half an hour fucking around with my phone

before I turned it off and turned it back on again.

So I've already impeached my credibility as a fucking interlocutor before we've even begun.

So that's always a good way to start.

But I'm all about transparency as a way to undermine judgment and protect oneself.

It's a very good move. It's a smart move.

Oh, the Instastream was I thought it was the Twitch deal, and I thought Twitch was having problems, and so I just tried to do it on Instagram, but then it was fucked up there too.

So that was, and I realized, nope, it is my phone.

And then I thought, well, what's the last thing I could possibly do?

I could fucking turn it off and turn it back on again.

Because I'm pretty sure what is happening is that even though I was connected,

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