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For many hours the traffic was so heavy you couldn't get in... but then, of course, when you finally could get in, you became SO depressed you couldn't bear to let out your rage on the page because you'd be screaming for heads rolling and pikes and gallows, etc. So I played kids' rock full blast for a few hours in the middle of the night, drinking Essence of Clint Eastwood Coffee and throwing things, until I got to the part about Broken Bells, and then at last dropped like a stone.
pipe up any time....
