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I'm awake. It's that time o' the month again (Irish b.s. accent added in honor of St. Patrick's Day), and I'm drinking decaf coffee so I won't get cramps. Also, I always experience a dulling of my already feeble mental capacities whenever this wonderful week comes around, so I may or may not be posting things here for the next couple of days. And if I do they may or may not be crap. (Bet on number one.)

I should pack, for my planned move -- even if I can't get out of here before my lease is up in September I should start now, as I know how long it takes me to pack -- but I can't bring myself to start. Gah, I need some real coffee.

Update: I have to say it could be worse. (And now my post title is even more apropos.)

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prairiecat [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Not sorry to have those days ended. Friend of mine, who was intent on murder a few years back, was told by her doc to try B6. She hasn't committed homicide yet, even driving back & forth every day on the Buchman Bridge.

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Don't worry, he's just chopping broccoli.


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