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May 18, 2006
It's No Good, reports Depeche Mode I am still not allowed to live in my house. This displeases me. Yesterday I was debating weeping or going to the post office, and my sister helpfully suggested that I go to the post office and weep there. This turned out to be just the ticket. Thanks, ethicist! Everyone else was already weeping, even the employees. And after filling out a few forms and showing ID and a little ankle, I am allowed to pick up mail today. Is it possible to get PTSD from sheer inconvenience?
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11:17 AM
by Licketysplit
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