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Smokey, this is not Nam, this is bowling. There are rules.

Listening to:	You Can Do Magic, America, in my head
Reading:	crap
Weather:	72, hazy

Thanks a lot, JasonHare, you fuck, for this America earworm today. 'preciate it.

Somebody needs to check my biorhythms, please, cuz all manner of hell is breaking loose, not with me, mind you, but in my outer realm amongst my worky brethren. Not here in the office, either, but in that layer just beyond it. I need a therapist to release what I've taken on as therapist to others. Know what I mean? I'm not bitching, I am glad to be able to help anyone I can, I just need a release valve at the other end. Like the big gentle black dude in Green Mile, I need to spew a cloud of gnarly little bugs.

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