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    <title>A day in my life</title>
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    <content type="html">Yesterday was good. It wasn't great, it wasn't bad; It was just good. I know that conveys almost nothing, but the blah-ness of it summs up how things went quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was a whirlwind, at whose center I stood unaffected. I, with monkey-wrench in hand, molested some machinery at my place of employ for the better part of the day, until it was deemed capable of running unattended for the night. This activity of mine (picture me, head in the guts of a printer the size of three large sofas lashed together haphazardly with bailing wire and Swiss Engineering, intermittently swearing and thumbing the Swiglish manual for some clue as to the machine's malfunction) luckily kept me out of the flight-path of the maelstrom that swept through the rest of the shop the same day. I won't bore anyone with those details. Just let it be known that when nothing works well, I leave on time. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which gets me to my evening, the true pleasantness of my day. While waiting for my Old Lady to get off work and lavish me with her undivided attention, I was able to perform the fishing equivalent of clear-cutting to the Rainbow Albacore of WoW. I was proud. For once, I also didn't drag el_pinko_grande into an instance and then leave him there the second my Old Lady shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the evening was so debauched, so depraved that uttering even the first few syllables of what was performed would leave me spent and useless through shear muscle memory of the event. (Edit: We engaged in an hour long tickle fight before my landlord came in and turned the TV on at such volume that discussion was impossible and we had to watch "The Medium".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Medium" is to psychics what "Revelations" was to Rapture Fanboys; Banal yet confirming. It doesn't really bring anything new to the table other than Patricia Arquette looking like the Every-Woman. Well, that and gruesome crime-scene photos. Regardless, I might as well have slept through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's that.</content>
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