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I know bunkadoo, squeechie and abiku will appreciate this.

Now we just need Elijah to star. :)

Crap

You know how you feel when you have thirty bazillion things to do and an equal number of people you care about to be responsible to and you're trying to take care of them all at once and yet you have a headache and haven't even eaten yet and the world swirls around you like cotton candy in a machine on the fritz?

Yeah.

So, going back to bed and sticking my head under the pillow and not coming back out until Labor Day isn't an option, is it?

Why do I do this to myself?

It's true

... chocolate really does cure everything.

Especially if it comes in the form of half a pint of Phish Food.

I feel much better.

Or maybe it's the Abba on wmp...