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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/"><title>When Darkness Falls</title><link>http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/</link><description>When my mind is in a dark place...</description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-UK</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>When Darkness Falls</title><link>http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/bd/c2e6d158945af3308ee22fe959da96_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/08/04/i-feel-like-writing-here-4542567/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/04/21/omg-i-haven-t-needed-this-blog-for-a-whi-4076540/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/03/01/guess-she-wont-be-swallowing-tonight-3803145/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/01/14/so_perfect_and_so_painful~3578022/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/01/12/i_think_i_am_losing_it_seriously~3567213/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/11/27/agitation~3357478/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/10/21/what_the_hell_is_wrong_with_this_annoyin~3173669/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/10/16/well_it_happens_again_blog_burnout~3146377/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/30/i_should_go_to_bed~2898451/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/19/oh_look_it~2835094/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/13/for_a_reason~2801325/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/08/04/i-feel-like-writing-here-4542567/"><default:title>I feel like writing here!</default:title><default:link>http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/08/04/i-feel-like-writing-here-4542567/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-08-04T18:48:07+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;But I wont!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.unoriginal.co.uk/gallery/sand%20sculptures/anger.gif" alt="" title=""&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/08/04/i-feel-like-writing-here-4542567/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>But I wont!!!</p>
	<p><img src="http://www.unoriginal.co.uk/gallery/sand%20sculptures/anger.gif" alt="" title="">
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	&lt;p&gt;Yes I agree! I was in a very weird mood!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/04/21/omg-i-haven-t-needed-this-blog-for-a-whi-4076540/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I almost forgot you were here! Just popping in to say hello and see what weird state of mind I was in last time I was here!</p>
	<p>Yes I agree! I was in a very weird mood!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/04/21/omg-i-haven-t-needed-this-blog-for-a-whi-4076540/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/03/01/guess-she-wont-be-swallowing-tonight-3803145/"><default:title>Guess she wont be swallowing tonight!</default:title><default:link>http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/03/01/guess-she-wont-be-swallowing-tonight-3803145/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-03-01T23:23:29+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vitamin E linked to lung cancer&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Taking high doses of vitamin E supplements can increase the risk of lung cancer, research suggests.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The US study of 77,000 people found taking 400 milligrams per day long-term increased cancer risk by 28% - with smokers at particular risk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well I guess it's irrelevant since I'm not gettin it anyways.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And for all you prudes out there, who gives a flying rats arse if I'm not Mr Sweet Innocent Kev anymore.  Feck that I am no angel - I am sure most females have done it in their lives anyways!  If you haven't then you're weird.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Feck it the rest is on the bbc website, just go to news and then click one of the most read.  The main details are there!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/03/01/guess-she-wont-be-swallowing-tonight-3803145/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<blockquote><p>Vitamin E linked to lung cancer</p>
	<p>Taking high doses of vitamin E supplements can increase the risk of lung cancer, research suggests.</p>
	<p>The US study of 77,000 people found taking 400 milligrams per day long-term increased cancer risk by 28% - with smokers at particular risk.</p></blockquote>
	<p>Well I guess it's irrelevant since I'm not gettin it anyways.</p>
	<p>And for all you prudes out there, who gives a flying rats arse if I'm not Mr Sweet Innocent Kev anymore.  Feck that I am no angel - I am sure most females have done it in their lives anyways!  If you haven't then you're weird.</p>
	<p>Feck it the rest is on the bbc website, just go to news and then click one of the most read.  The main details are there!
</p>
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&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/01/14/so_perfect_and_so_painful~3578022/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>... is this life
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	&lt;p&gt;The other day I got out of bed and thought "Hey it's Morgans birthday - today could be cool!", but that pretty much changed after being at work for ten minutes! A PC crashed in a school because of some new memory they had put in, and so I telephoned the company they bought them from and they asked me to run a memory check and print the results.  Well obviously I couldnt do that there so I decided to take it back to my office and test it.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And just as I was leaving the secretary asked if I could install a printer on the other PC.  So in my new coat I picked the printer up and proceeded to pour a load of black ink all over myself.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Thirty minutes later I was at home getting changed and trying to get the ink out of everything.  Another coat ruined - I guess I am just destined not to have a nice coat for very long, another one I bought myself got burned on St Paddies night a couple of years ago.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So anyways, whilst I was at home I decided to run the memory check in my own PC.  DOH!!! The memory then proceeded to crash my pc, never to work again - ish.  Well we shall see, if I spent more time fixing it, either way it's going to be a complete rebuild.  I just hope i don't lose anything on it! I have lots of valuable sentimental things on there.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And you think that is all that went wrong that day?  Well no!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was asleep later on and my phone bleeped.  No-one had text so I thought that's weird.  My phone makes a stupid buzzing sound when the charger is plugged in, so I unplugged the charger only for my phone to slide off the curtain (which I am yet to put up) and into my pint of water!  Feck sakes!!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;New phone alert me thinks!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And then to wrap it all off, I went out last night, won a load of money at the new casino in Liverpool and then proceeded to have an argument with a friend from work - who promptly decided to tell me to fuck off and never text her again!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well I look forward to work on Monday then!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Arrrgh horrid uneasy feeling alert!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Right I am offski, have fun all x
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2008/01/12/i_think_i_am_losing_it_seriously~3567213/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>What a horrible feeling inside - like everything has changed.  It would be easy to think that I should be happy with everything that is going on around me, but I am not.  I feel like I am on the verge of something painful or haunting and it makes me feel nervous and ill.</p>
	<p>The other day I got out of bed and thought "Hey it's Morgans birthday - today could be cool!", but that pretty much changed after being at work for ten minutes! A PC crashed in a school because of some new memory they had put in, and so I telephoned the company they bought them from and they asked me to run a memory check and print the results.  Well obviously I couldnt do that there so I decided to take it back to my office and test it.</p>
	<p>And just as I was leaving the secretary asked if I could install a printer on the other PC.  So in my new coat I picked the printer up and proceeded to pour a load of black ink all over myself.</p>
	<p>Thirty minutes later I was at home getting changed and trying to get the ink out of everything.  Another coat ruined - I guess I am just destined not to have a nice coat for very long, another one I bought myself got burned on St Paddies night a couple of years ago.</p>
	<p>So anyways, whilst I was at home I decided to run the memory check in my own PC.  DOH!!! The memory then proceeded to crash my pc, never to work again - ish.  Well we shall see, if I spent more time fixing it, either way it's going to be a complete rebuild.  I just hope i don't lose anything on it! I have lots of valuable sentimental things on there.</p>
	<p>And you think that is all that went wrong that day?  Well no!</p>
	<p>I was asleep later on and my phone bleeped.  No-one had text so I thought that's weird.  My phone makes a stupid buzzing sound when the charger is plugged in, so I unplugged the charger only for my phone to slide off the curtain (which I am yet to put up) and into my pint of water!  Feck sakes!!!!</p>
	<p>New phone alert me thinks!</p>
	<p>And then to wrap it all off, I went out last night, won a load of money at the new casino in Liverpool and then proceeded to have an argument with a friend from work - who promptly decided to tell me to fuck off and never text her again!</p>
	<p>Well I look forward to work on Monday then!!!</p>
	<p>Arrrgh horrid uneasy feeling alert!</p>
	<p>Right I am offski, have fun all x
</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;I know making friends sound like a football team is harsh, but it's not quite jelling for me.  I am not really close to anyone any more.  In fact I have no close friends left.  My choice of course, I made it this way so burning my bridges became easy.  And I can feel it is close.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I watch all those I have distanced myself from move on whilst I haven't quite gone anywhere.  It's a consequence of being me I suppose - I like to watch other peoples lives evolve and just walk around slowly and aimlessly. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It comes to a point when I wonder if I really want to watch everyone else evolve.  I say to myself "life's too short", but at the same time I tell myself there is no rush.  But I have made the decision that there are a fair few telephone numbers I no longer need, and in fact they most definitely don't need me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I don't feel guilt, I feel like it is evolution, on my part too...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/11/27/agitation~3357478/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I am about to burn a whole load of bridges I can feel it.  When I have a squad around me that is far too big for me to manage I find it extremely hard to concentrate on the few important members of the squad.</p>
	<p>I know making friends sound like a football team is harsh, but it's not quite jelling for me.  I am not really close to anyone any more.  In fact I have no close friends left.  My choice of course, I made it this way so burning my bridges became easy.  And I can feel it is close.</p>
	<p>I watch all those I have distanced myself from move on whilst I haven't quite gone anywhere.  It's a consequence of being me I suppose - I like to watch other peoples lives evolve and just walk around slowly and aimlessly. </p>
	<p>It comes to a point when I wonder if I really want to watch everyone else evolve.  I say to myself "life's too short", but at the same time I tell myself there is no rush.  But I have made the decision that there are a fair few telephone numbers I no longer need, and in fact they most definitely don't need me.</p>
	<p>I don't feel guilt, I feel like it is evolution, on my part too...</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;My brain is mashed - no drinking for me for a while!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/10/21/what_the_hell_is_wrong_with_this_annoyin~3173669/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	



	<p>My brain is mashed - no drinking for me for a while!
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	&lt;p&gt;So tonight I go get myself another bottle of whisky and have a nice double from that.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Then I will spend the next couple of weeks relaxing, but working too.  In the meantime everyone have lots of fun and merryment and I will catch up when I return...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ta ra for a bit!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/10/16/well_it_happens_again_blog_burnout~3146377/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I have just realised it!!!  I sit here all lethargic and I can't be arsed to do anything.  I rather enjoy the comments I have received but I am not in the frame of mind to "enjoy" them properly and go with the banter.</p>
	<p>So tonight I go get myself another bottle of whisky and have a nice double from that.</p>
	<p>Then I will spend the next couple of weeks relaxing, but working too.  In the meantime everyone have lots of fun and merryment and I will catch up when I return...</p>
	<p>Ta ra for a bit!
</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;But alas I am not.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Every little thing is getting to me today / tonight.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ah feck it I'm offski, tomorrow is another day.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Nighty night x
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/30/i_should_go_to_bed~2898451/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I really should - it's Thursday and I'm supposed to be happy and looking forward to the weekend.</p>
	<p>But alas I am not.</p>
	<p>Every little thing is getting to me today / tonight.</p>
	<p>Ah feck it I'm offski, tomorrow is another day.</p>
	<p>Nighty night x
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<p> <small> <a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/30/i_should_go_to_bed~2898451/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/19/oh_look_it~2835094/"><default:title>Oh look it!</default:title><default:link>http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/19/oh_look_it~2835094/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-08-19T20:29:14+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I am here!!  What can I buy?  That'll sort me out!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh and how comes I always make people feel like shite?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And how comes refs always make me feel like shite!?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/19/oh_look_it~2835094/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I am here!!  What can I buy?  That'll sort me out!</p>
	<p>Oh and how comes I always make people feel like shite?</p>
	<p>And how comes refs always make me feel like shite!?
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<p> <small> <a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/19/oh_look_it~2835094/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/13/for_a_reason~2801325/"><default:title>For a reason!</default:title><default:link>http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/13/for_a_reason~2801325/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-08-13T15:36:01+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was by far my darkest day for sometime.  I was lying in bed hating myself and the world.  I wasn't even sure what was wrong with me.  So for this very reason I dreamt of this blog!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I dreamt of a cabin on a lake, and I dreamt of being alone in this cabin on a lake.  It was a very wooden cabin, but it had lots of windows and a rather large glass door!  When I was looking at this glass door it was so dark outside all I could see was the reflection of myself, sitting in a comfy chocolate leather sofa.  Alone!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was actually a very scary dream, because at any point a horrid creature could have appeared at the windows or door, but they never did.  The anticipation of it though was enough to keep me on tenterhooks throughout the dream.  I most definitely did not want to be alone!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This blog is to vent all my anxieties and lifes annoyances and I suspect lots of people wont like it.  But that's because it's for people I hate, when I hate them.  Hopefully this continues to be a rare occurrence!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If it does happen though, this blog is here so I wont be so alone as I was last night!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://whendarknessfalls.blog.co.uk/2007/08/13/for_a_reason~2801325/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Yesterday was by far my darkest day for sometime.  I was lying in bed hating myself and the world.  I wasn't even sure what was wrong with me.  So for this very reason I dreamt of this blog!</p>
	<p>I dreamt of a cabin on a lake, and I dreamt of being alone in this cabin on a lake.  It was a very wooden cabin, but it had lots of windows and a rather large glass door!  When I was looking at this glass door it was so dark outside all I could see was the reflection of myself, sitting in a comfy chocolate leather sofa.  Alone!</p>
	<p>It was actually a very scary dream, because at any point a horrid creature could have appeared at the windows or door, but they never did.  The anticipation of it though was enough to keep me on tenterhooks throughout the dream.  I most definitely did not want to be alone!</p>
	<p>This blog is to vent all my anxieties and lifes annoyances and I suspect lots of people wont like it.  But that's because it's for people I hate, when I hate them.  Hopefully this continues to be a rare occurrence!</p>
	<p>If it does happen though, this blog is here so I wont be so alone as I was last night!
</p>
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