Five minutes into the past I was a naked, if clean, wreck, worrying about this 'meet n greet' of H7G staff past and present, taking place in about, oh, 10 minutes. I'm now dressed, Lorazepam'd up, and almost ready to commit to facing (not just facebooking) the past. I'm probably worried about nothing. Just another Sunday, July 4, the day after the
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