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Wednesday, March 23, 2011


I ate myself stupid on chicken fajitas last night, and all I want is to crawl back to bed and sleep the rest of the day.

Alas, my job has other plans.

At least I can eat some fajitas before I go. I have about 3 pounds of meat and vegetables to polish off before it goes bad and kills me. I wonder how long that takes?

Hope I don't find out. No one at NAF will believe any death notice about me now, no matter how seriously it's written.

All part of my plan.

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