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Blargh.

Last night was my parents' 35th wedding anniversary. We went out for dinner. I'm typing this without looking at the screen because I don't want to look at the word 'dinner'. Ate far, far too much and now I want to crawl under my desk and wallow, possibly with my arms and legs flailing like a little overturned turtle. My tummy hurts.

hyperion_lobby's now open for self-pimping, by the way. Just nobody mention food, please.