Just downed two cups of sugar+double shots of cream+nescafe.
I feel great.
In fact, I feel awesome.
Like, a fucking Mongolian warlock with a vulture on my shoulder, with cool leather vests and swords and blades, standing before the great Mongolian steppe.
And guess what? I haven't slept since yesterday. Yep, it's fucking rhetorical.
With 271++ pending tickets on the queue, I'm crunching numbers today. YEARGH! I'm on fireeeeeeee!!
Awesome balls.
Oh, good morning to all of you beautiful people out there.
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