Earlier, while my dad was smoking up with his pal, George, the owner of the grocery store downstairs, I was going to write a long entry about my truly hellish (yet somewhat satisfying) day. Obviously, I didn't do that then, and I'm not going to now. I'm still too tired. However, in the mean time, to kill time, I guess, or to punish myself or
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