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Well, vacation's almost over, my report is going nowhere, and i basically threw all of my beautifully thought-out plans out the window and over a cliff into shark-infested waters, but im ok. Better than ok actually, Im really good. Ive decided not to stress. Everything will turn out just fine, and if it doesn't, Ill just flee the country and start a new life in the bahamas selling those conch shells with holes in them to the poor, naive tourists on the beach. In the meantime, Im enjoying myself and that's what really matters, right?