Every so often it seems, something deep within me yearns to hear me speak some variation of the phrase, "Where in the hell am I?" And that thing is keeping score, giving itself a point every time it gets me to acknowledge that I might be lost. It chalks up extra points for desperation and foulness ("Where the hell am I?" is a meager 2 on the
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