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I absolutely despise the fact that I only ever update my blog when I should be doing more important things.



Lately, I've been running on a steady supply of coffee, tea, and cigarettes. Add a little alcohol in at night and you have yourself a diet.



I'm feeling incredibly good about things. Things are going swell. I don't think I've had a cynical thought in about three hours, and that's a record.