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Woke up, put on brand new BR pants, drove to work, made tea. Picked a phish show to listen to with Harry Hood somewhere in the setlist. Spilled tea on lap. Scalded important parts, soaked new pants. Got back in car, made usual left turn at illegal time. Got ticket, took pants to drycleaners, back to work just in time to hear Harry Hood.

Life is good.

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