It is 8:13pm, on a Wednesday night...I am tired, my feet hurt, my leggs hurt, and all I want to do is go to sleep. I am cranky, everyone please exscuse the freekin' crankyness. I have been working really hard, and I need some one telling me that I am doing a good job...blah ..blah..all that good stuff. No one does, except for Andrew tonite...but
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