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I've always admired the ones who could do that. Live transmissions where everything is certain to go as wrong as it can as quick as it can and they stay cool. I had an audience of, at most, two today and I struggled. So many questions and, unlike before, where a retraction on page seven, hidden under a half page ad, would cover you I couldn't risk a misquote or false impression considering the help I've been given. I think I covered everything though . . .

"The data ! Oh %&^* ! I forgot to forward it !" Better do it now. To you-know-who, from me, quick message, attach data and . . . wait a mo'. Did he want the additional stuff too? Sod it. Add it anyway with a note that the comparison was before and after treatment with the 'formula' . . . aaaaaaaand done.

That way he can see how effective the formula is. The formula I've ran out of and forgot to ask for more of because I'm an eejit who was to busy trying not to mess up when answering all those questions . . . I'll have to ask another time. Until that time comes around I'll just boil up some of the normal stuff in some water and apply the mixture with a towel. Lucky I always know where mine is !

Luck is also with me that my friend's 'colleague' seemed to be up to speed on things. The more the merrier. It's weird though. Considering the people who are helping me and how they're portrayed it's a shock how much utter hackery is put out there about them.

I've also noticed how strangely calm I feel around them. Even when I talked about my recent odd behavior. More than I could with all these other people floating about at any rate. Maybe, given a bit of time, I could get permission to tell their side of the story as I've never seen a piece crying out more to be written. It'd have to be anonymous, of course, but it's the story, not the writer, that matters.

If I understand correctly though this writer will need to wait until I know which path my story takes. So far there seem to be many paths that I may be traveling. They seem to be able to see where the paths are and where they lead but I'm still blind as a bat. I'll stick with it though, the fog will lift, I'll see the paths, choose wisely and from further down the way be able to say . . .

"Live ! Reporting on the scene . . . it's . . . "

Until such a time though, my foot's went to sleep. I intend on catching it up.