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It doesn't feel like a Saturday. The wife is working today - at least that's what she claims. Whore! So it looks to be an uneventful day of getting wheels moving and allowing ideas to churn. So far this morning I spent 10 on my hands and knees crawling around my bedroom looking for the big red ball that fell out of my track ball mouse. Found it and life is good again. Otherwise I would have spent the day pouting because I love that fucking mouse.
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