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Well, it's a wee bit late. I worked a 16 hour day today, and am pretty much ready to zonk.

I did not get to see or hear Busholini's speech tonight.

Fourty-Eight Hours to leave Iraq. Why, that sounds like an offer Saddam can refuse.

Perhaps more thoughts on this shall congeal later.

My cat has the crazies, and I'm tuckered.

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Who has two thumbs and feels like crap this morning?

*hack*

This gal.

*Wheeze*

Perhaps I'll feel better after a nice hot shower.

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"Buffy, I'm here to kill you, not to judge you."

Ahh, such camp.

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Instead of the terrorist alert levels being colors, I propose that the terrorist levels be named after Ben and Jerry Ice cream flavors. One Sweet Whirled woudl be the lowest level, then we'd work our way through Chunky Monkey, Wavy Gravy, and finally Cherry Garcia.