No real sleep in either nap attempt.
2.5 more days to get everything running smooth. Come on, amygdala. I will experiment on you like Frankenstein with a poodle and a jar of vaseline.
Monday, June 28, 2010
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The general smiled. "No," he said. "Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. I exhausted their possibilities, you see. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. I live for danger, Mr. Rainsford. I live for grizzly-boom tennis."
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