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It is late and I must sleep.
Without those restful hours, I'd look like a bloodhound with baggy eyes, in the morn. My psyche would be skewered and
playedwith it
until it started throbbing and
then eventually turned purple. I was quite suprised. Could it be that something was
going to happen today, something so amazing that it would totally knock my socks off? Alas no, just another day, same old story.
