Like Fixer, I'm a) burnt down to my socks, and b) so out of touch with what's going on that if today is the first day of the post-apocalyptic world I'll just think the bombed-out sections of the road could use a little work.
We're heading for home today. I'll be glad to get there. The old farts partied me into the ground and I need the rest.
See ya tomorrow.
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