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You do it to yourself...

....You do. And that's what really hurts.

Up yours Thom.

Hotel room. SF. I am so nauseous I want to call my wife like a child would call out for his mom. I can't sleep. It feels like I am being squeezed around my stomach and chest with a vomitous death grip. God help me if I have to cough.

9 days. WTF. Lots of plans sullied. I need to listen and I am clearly not hearing.

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