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It took a while but I've finally stopped screaming into a pillow under my bed.

It took eight days, to be accurate. Eight long, bloody-throated days.

Still, that's all done now. I got a haricut today and a neck rub and if that wasn't enough to restore my faith in God (and it was, to be honest. I am e'er so simply pleased) then this link really made me believe that there has to be some impish intelligence to the universe.

Thank you, Jesus. Thank you.

www.stevenseagal.com