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[apocalypsos]

All right, that's it. The computer and I are going to duel to the death. Although I suppose swords are out of the question. Somehow, I don't think poking the computer with a sharp piece of metal is going to solve any of our problems.

There's an M&M commercial with a really, really slow cover of "Such Great Heights", and just hearing that version makes me feel sleepy. Because that's just what that song needed, a slower tempo. (Not that it's not pretty, but sheesh.)

Still haven't done my laundry. The clothes have now resorted to crossing their sleeves and pacing back and forth behind my chair. Okay, okay, I get it already.