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And it's the perfect place for me right now.
I'm about to drop, but I'm as hungry as I am tired, and so I propped myself upright until I could finish eating... then I will drop... and if I go bolt upright at three in the morning again, don't worry, you will hear the screaming from Flagstaff wherever you are.
I will be in wifi hell again tomorrow and so might not get back to you until Christmas Eve night... or even later... but don't worry. Don't worry. Don't worry. If anything goes wrong somebody will know to tell you, but nothing will go wrong because I got my oil changed and tires checked today and I'm making sure to eat something before my body starts eating itself and I'm a good driver who holds off roadway catastrophe by thinking up ever wilder epithets to use on my fellow motorists... and... don't forget... I can use the force.
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Holy craaaap. I ordered a food delivery so I don't die of starvation in my sleep. I got a gourmet calzone and some potato skins. Well, you know, I can't eat the wheat part of the calzone, so I got the potato skins to make up for any lack and because I like them cold for breakfast... killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. The calzone that was delivered was the size of the Bank of America building in San Francisco. WTF?
I scooped out the chicken and artichoke hearts and spinach and cheese and tomatoes and maybe a little bread stuck to the cheese, but I don't think my body is alert enough to start barfing... but... I guess we will see....
always and any time....
