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October 15, 2003 - 10:00 pm I'm exhausted to the point where my eyes are stinging and my head hangs heavily over my shoulders. I want to go to bed but Mother Nature seems to be in a rush tonight, whipping up ferocious, howling winds wherever she goes. It's rushing in through the cracks in my closed window, whistling the tune of an otherwise gorgeous New England autumn night. Currently lingering on my mind:
Where's my martini? Ta da
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