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That is it my friends, my deadline has been met, the other side is officially dead, bag 'em -- I am so out of here and ready for the great
UNCLE MORTY's
Yes indeed, time for a cold frothy one. I shall sit and pine for the fall and the wonderful treats that await the senses. The sounds of the crowd, the smell of chiba, the taste of tequila, and the feel of the ticket in your hand.
I believe I have developed another symptom today -- Charlie-lip -- the folding over of the lower lip while concentrating. SO I'm at my desk, lip curled, clapping my hands above my head Tumblin Dice style, having the occasional Keith spasm, and talking in Stones lyrics. And someone here said that's normal right? Nothing to worry about? I'm still a bit scared -- what will it by like in 3 months?
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