Ecocondriacs Monday morning.

Launch

Despite her agitation she did manage to fall asleep albeit fitfully and that lasted until about 5 a.m. When she sat bulk upright in bed, gasping for air.

She was a woman who had an odd quirk in her thinking processes, shared only by a handful of others.

During that strange gray time between waking and sleeping, she had the kind of mind that

would solve problems for her or remember things or come up with great ideas. This characteristic

had actually been her friend on many occasions.

In fact, it was being a friend now, only it didn't feel like it.

This time it just scared her sideways and silly.

Just last week, Stephen Lee had been talking to somebody a bit too loudly in the alcove where the vending machines were and she couldn't remember who he'd been talking to.

But she had been just around the corner at her desk and he was talking about some software he had just installed.

They could tell you if a person had read the email you had sent them.

Not only so, but you could tell if they had forwarded it to anybody.

They couldn't yet tell who you had forwarded it to, but they could tell you how many.

She wasn't sure if it could tell you you transferred it to a thumb drive or anything like that.

She wasn't even sure if something like that was possible.

The one thing she was sure of was that she needed to scramble out of bed, which was exactly what she did.

She threw on some clothes and went over to stare at a computer.

She needed to decide what to do, as in right now should she act like nothing had happened and

just brazen it out but what if her mouth filled up with cotton balls and she

started to talk to her boss like the guiltiest person on the planet what about

that should she copy the email thread onto a

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