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The Net and I both have viruses, apparently. I thought I'd got rid of mine, but it's back today and going for my throat and eyes. Fucker. Meanwhile, my inbox is filled with that stupid attachment virus - you know, the one where you get mail from strangers with random attachments from wherever on their hard drive? Delete, delete, delete.

Tow man came and took the car to the garage today. Please, garage man, please fix it. I am very tired of hauling overpiced milk from the quickie mart, and our bus route is still under control of the Brake-Riding Dame. At least if I'm still sick tomorrow I won't have to ride with her.

It's currently a draw as to which I hate more - tennis, or the constant reminders of a horrible and violent national trauma. Thank you TV, thank you so fucking much. If I can ever leave the house again, I'm renting an assload of Disney features.

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It sounded like Warrick just told Brass, "I need to take your batch."

I need sleep.