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My head hurts. I want

My head hurts. I want to grow herbs. I don't want to write about a client's new office location. I need a place to take my sister tonight that is fun, but not over-whelming. Plus, they need to serve wine.
I'd like to go home, but don't want to get sucked into back-to-back Buffy.
I'm resisting buying items galore on E-Bay. I don't really need this. But, oh, do I want them. Come on! They're red and saucy. Just like me. If I were a bottle of Tabasco. Which I am not. So, see? I don't need those. Ah, the circular logic.
Stream of consciousness is supposed to be good for you. Unless it turns ugly.
I have to go now.

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