3:30 on a defender monday...not bad, considering that i had to conduct interviews, organize and sort notes, and write a story...i'm actually quite pleased, to be honest. rachel and paul get gold stars for all of their help. yay!

it felt so good to be able to work on a story for once...paul laughed at how giddy i was. i loved being on the phone with people and leaving messages and being able to get things confirmed and ask tough questions!

highlight of the night was the last phone call i made. keep in mind that i did feel really bad for having to call at midnight, but it needed to be done.

*phone rings*
person called (hereafter referred to as p.c.): *picks up phone* you are not seriously calling me at this time of night, are you?
me: yes i am.
p.c.: what the fuck do you want?
me: i want a statement. want to make one?
p.c.: jesus christ...

hey, i got the statement. and next time, maybe he'll think twice when he doesn't return my voicemails. :):):)