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| i got no time for nothin lately and i don't mind. get up, grumble,
stretch, drink the cold coffee left on side of bed. |
(thanks, sarah) |
| work. and work. and more work. today it was mudding walls and
the joint compound behaved the way i wanted it. |
(thanks, pemba) |
| a pretty strange feeling for someone with entrenched mental
blocks about manual ability. fuckin' a. |
(thanks, arne) |
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