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I always hate the morning after practice. When you feel like an old man. My back seriously feels like someone tried to rip it apart (which they did....damn neck cracks....they are my bane). Oh well, I finished a very stressful week and I'm very glad that the weekend is finally here. Now if only work were over. Hopefully the weather starts to perk up a bit, I'm trying to go to Turkey run this Saturday with Jamie and her brother and her cousins. Speaking of which I have to go to Karoke tonight and sing (I hate that)Oh well, I'll survive I'm sure. So I went to see Twelfth Night last night and I must say I wasn't terribly impressed. The sword fight made me want to cry it was so fake. And the actors were obviously having a little bit of trouble with the language (as was the audience). All in all it just wasn't a pleasant experience. Anyway, I should be getting back to work. I'll write more later. Peace.