On a lighter note, Abe found a piece of cheese sweating on the couch this morning. When I couldn't sleep last night and considered bribing the demons of lunacy with an offering of Monterey Jack, a better part inside of me decided against it. And I put the slice of cheese on the couch.
On an even lighter note, I crashed parts of the most important pages on my work's website this morning. If I wasn't me, I'd be so toast.
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