God, I'm so fucking bored... I've been sitting here for three and a half hours, watching the clock as it moves slower and slower, and I just want to get the fuck out of here already, go home and do something else. There isn't anyone here except Motty, who came non the less (why?!?!?), and the imaginary crickets who break the silence in here (not).
11:39.
Come on...
A phone call.
11:45.
11:39.
Come on...
A phone call.
11:45.