Today at the crabby coffee shop, we do what we were put on this earth to do.

Complain, wine, bellyache, and put up a stink.

Let's get this over with.

Hi, Amy. Hi, Amy.

Hi, Kenny.

Are you as thrilled to be here as I am?

You know, it's not that here is a bad place.

Here is where we can vent about what's outside that door.

And what's outside the door is not great.

At 9 a.m. this morning.

I had no idea what we were going to talk about today.

And this is, truth be told, we're recording this a day late.

Usually we record on Tuesday.

It's Wednesday afternoon now.

I still didn't have a topic in mind because I was so overwhelmed and beaten down

and obsessed with technical computer issues that I seriously couldn't focus on anything else.

And then at 903, you sent the most loving text I've ever received in my life proving that we were meant for each other.

Three minutes after, I didn't know what, and you started, hey dummy, I was thinking this afternoon that

the one thing I can think of to talk about is that I'm getting a little overwhelmed by technology.

I've always embraced technology, but it's getting to the point where I cannot keep up with it,

and I'm absolutely irritated when people call me or text me or email me, to which I responded,

get out of my head.

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