And never will.
05 November 2005
Shoot me.
I am now in my 25th straight hour of being awake. I am also a little sore from working out especially hard this morning in order to induce fatigue, thus facilitating sleep (in theory). And the Nebraska drumline is literally in the parking lot across the street. In the words of my good friend Strong Bad: "I thought I knew what ridiculous was, until this day."
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