So I went to visit my dad at his office yesterday, and thanks to (person whose name I'm not allowed to actually say because it violates confidentiality agreements) suddenly being in dire need of his lawyer, I ended up sitting around in the conference room for two hours, waiting. Just me and a fruit basket. And then later one of the paralegals, who needed the table to spread out the work she was doing.

Long story short, hey guys. Bet you didn't know I can juggle. It's a holdover from when I was ten and had aspirations of running away to join the circus. I spent a whole summer on that. Ask Bobby. I was intense about it. I eventually decided against it because of my mild fear of clowns.

((OOC:Ignore the part of the audio where she gets called Ellen))