Friday, September 22, 2006


...or so it felt. Today I was on reserve for the first time, which means that from four AM to four PM, they coulda called me out to fly. They didn't call, though. And that's an easy thing to say now... a quick thing to say; getting through that twelve hours was not so quick. You wanna talk about every time the phone rang, I knew it was them. But the Gothamites didn't need a rescue. No Bat-Signal. I was the only one of the Unholy Five to last an entire day, and I desperately needed it to find a place to live. And on that front, nothing.
I do have a trip on the schedule for tomorrow though. News from that as it occurs...


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