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Sitting in my basement listening to the music that warms my soul, the band formly known as Burn The Priest, contemplating my future researching the career field in which I find myself immersed viewing naked women about to continue reading a book on the basics of low voltage wiring and systems foreshadowing my deep desire of a concert this weekend eating jalapeno flavored pringles drinking chivas regal mixed about to fill my addiction for online gaming returning from work an hour later than normal planning ten minutes of weight lifting, I am convicted.