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Dear you, the person in the back who keeps spamming up my friends page with sales posts for your Pullips. It wasn't cool when that other chick did it, or the nine hundred billion other people before you. Either have one big giant post of doom, or wait a week, dammit. It's annoying and it makes me want to beat you about the face with a trout.

Work was actually work. There are definite downsides to being the tallest person working overnight on some nights. Namely, I get to do the stuff that would be insane to drag the ladder over to help with. Ladder = evil, so I don't mind not having to climb the damn thing.

Almost done with Undead and Unpopular. Wheeeeee