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On my way to lunch the other day I was mauled by a fan. Really, what is the point in it? I have 45 minutes for lunch, and hour tops and all I want to do is grab a wheat grass smoothie and read the gossip in the New York Post. I am laying in my bed right now. The sun has created bright horizontal stripes along the length of my body. It's rather warm in here and I am beginning to yawn. Sooth me to sleep Blur.