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[twicketface]

I had a lot of bad dreams the last few days. Two nights ago there were recreational pilots purposely crashing their planes in the street, and I had to run for my life to avoid getting killed. Last night I went to get an oil change, that would have cost me $500 per hour. Considering it takes about 15 minutes to change the oil, I find $125 pretty outrageous. But my car was broken or something, and it was my only option. Then this kid named Elmer who I went to school with (he was a few years younger than me, but with a name like Elmer, you don't forget) was lifting these really heavy Coleman coolers around. I slept like shite last night and woke up every 2 hours or so and misinterpreted the clock that it was time for me to wake up. It was pretty lame and I am feeling pretty out of it today.

More later? I need some lunch first.