I'm still typing. My head hurts, my neck and back are in an absolute spasm--I mean literally; I could crack walnuts on my shoulders. My brain is BLANK, and...
I'm bored. I hate doing this. This is no longer a labour of love. I have other things I want to do, other things I want to think about, other...
Grr.
Phooey.
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