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Well, dear, I'm having one hell of a day. I laid down for a nap at a quartre till tow, because we didn't have to be at the theater until three, right? Well, I got up at a quarter till three, and looked at the tickets. Two o'clock.

Blows chunks.

I sure hope your weekend is going better. Me, I'm going back to bed. I will email you something cheery first, though. Wouldn't want you to think I had forgotten you.