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I really wanted to have some sort of post for Friday the 13th, so uh, here it is. I don't remember what all happened that day. Nothing particularly bad apparently. Oh wait. I drank too much the night before and felt ooky most of the day. I had one of them big milkshakes where they give you the mixing can too. I don't think my system is equipped to process those anymore. Other than that, Alan and I had a most excellent date. Finding Nemo was not the best, other than that too I guess. The psychology seemed a little blatant to me.