There are the good days and then there are the days you wake up at four in the morning, grudgingly giving up on sleep, stumble to the car to navigate the non-existent traffic into work. Click..click..click. Click the mouse, the keyboard, the coffee, hoping something will start to click in your head. Nothing clicks, nothing makes sense. Go home, sit on the couch to work through something, something to work through, uh, right. Ends up being a large bag of barbeque potato chips. Must have had some kind of deficiency. Snack food blackout.
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