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It is currently fifty degrees outside...goodbye blue sky and a big "Thpppppppppppppppppt" to the brand of confinement indigenous to my underground windowless work environment. I wouldn't mind so much only this Brobdingnagian headache is amplifying my irratibility. At least the troupe of social nuisances have come and gone, and I even managed to acquire the use of a new pc to play counter-strike on.

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Tylenol rules. My headache is gone.

Bria put it best: Artyste rules.

I got my personalized signed and numbered letter today. I must say...he has great penmanship. Real mail is the best.

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So I keep meaning to put this in my journal, but I just had to remind Bria to remind me what it is I am even supposed to be putting here because I keept meaning to do it but always forget. Where am I? Oh yeah...about a week ago on a Saturday night I was talking to Bria on the phone when suddenly I woke up. I looked at the clock and slowly came to the realization that I was still holding the telephone, which was still off the hook and containing an empty line. This was eight hours after I had fallen asleep on her. Um...good story, eh?

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Attention.

Go here and view the Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here video montage. Do it. Now.