Gods, I swear, I think I'd be a helluva lot less bloobitty-blah about today if I didn't have to work tonight. I have to get the suitcases down, shut my brain up, pack, and attempt a little laundry. Or something. I e-mailed Khalid the hotel info and Julia's cellphone number. That's taken care of at least. So lame, why do we have to work today? > I'd
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