You know, I spend most of my work day composing something to write in my head. Then I get home, change clothes, go to a hockey game, get back home, talk to PP on the phone, and get a message from Ash on myspace. Now i'm just all tuckered out. But I guess I shouldn't even write these, "I'm going to write something" little blurbs. But meh... I
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