Still here, but Andrew Jackson seems to want to make something of it. The $20 bill on my desk keeps talking to me ... "Hey, brainiac, why didn't you spend me on a gram of cheap amphetamines or something? Don't nod off, you sod, I'm talking to you."
I'm trying to rationally judge the probability that running out and streaking around the block would wake me up a bit, versus the probability that it would end up with me in a holding cell and the Blogathon unfinished. Maybe I'll just go outside, yell obscenities and discharge a firearm into the air a few times instead. That'll show'em.
Like I said. Still here.
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