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Saturday, 11 August, 2007

Aside from my crippling mental disorders and related income potential, I’d probably make a pretty good husband. Of course, I don’t really have to worry about that. Note: I don’t live like this when I am not doing so alone.

Eighteen hours of overtime this week. And only that because I could not physically do any more.

It’s time … oh, I guess it should be time for something specific.

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