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Tuesday, December 14, 2004 Chicken Sans Head Tomorrow, tomorrow, no matter what little orphan Annie says, tomorrow ain't going to be better. I'm dreading it. All the little facts I've accumulated in my head up to now are probably packing their bags and preparing to flee like bats out of hell come tomorrow morning. The earliest I'll probably post next is Thursday. Don't expect anything sooner--I'll be licking my wounds tomorrow evening, if I'm still alive. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 6:41 AM : ]
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