23 Seconds Of Good Lovin'

So, the cellular phone signal in my hotel room oscillates more than Andre 3000 on the dance floor. I get max-bar goodness for about 23 seconds at a time and then it plummets to the ground with a thick splat like a giant loogey. So when I talk to Heather to say goodnight it's an extended exercise in frustration. When you think about it, you really can't say much in 23 seconds, especially when you have much to say. Try it somet~