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I'm about to go to work. Sometimes I feel like if I touch another strand of hair not belonging to me I will have to stab someone in the temple with my six inch shears. ok, enough venting. I have been so busy lately that i hardly have time to breathe. I guess I shouldn't complain about work too much because these days work is almost like a break. Man, this is fucked up. I can't wait to go to destin... just a week and a half and I'll be chasing the little man up and down the shores of the gulf.