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I am drinking a cold beer, and then I am going to bed. I have to get up STUPID early in the morning, and go play with the ironworkers. I got a lot of good feedback on a story I've been working on; I'm excited about it.

Which is good, because I am feeling Bleah. Blah. Blech. Lazy and flabby and antisocial. And most definitely anti-work.