I'm working until about 9, and then i'm out for the rest of the day. Looking forward to a mini-Daveapalooza.
Until then, please accept this with my sincerest et cetera et cetera:
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"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
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