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I got an e-mail from a Minnesotan stalker this evening. I'm frightened. She says she is going to show up at the Indianapolis Airport next Thursday and if I don't pick her up I'm dead. I'm afraid to tell anyone, and she said if I get the authorities involved I'll be really sorry. I mean at first I was flattered...but then she began talking in a creepy Homer Simpson voice that really makes my skin crawl. My life is in perpetual turmoil.

This is the e-mail she sent me:
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You make me smile.

It hasn't been a full day unless I've talked to you in one
form or another.

I'm incredibly lucky to have you.

I can't wait to be wrapped up in your arms.

I'm tired of not being beside you.

Someday, we'll be together.*
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I guess I'll just do as she wishes and hope that I'm not in TOO much trouble. 8)

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Hey moron, it's difficult to run a backup of a server if you power cycle it.

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I finished A Painted House by John Grisham. It was an atypical novel for Grisham, straying from the legal thriller genre. I don't know why I liked the book so much...it was just very very well written.

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I'm such a moron.