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This day is not going well. No one will call be back about my story. The birthday present I ordered is trapped in the depot. Someone might have already done my dissertation idea. Oh, and my feet are bleeding.

On the upside I sent off my entry to a magazine writing competition. It's me complaining about Halloween. It's moderately researched and plainly presented but I'm hoping to score points on style.

Fuck it, bring on this weekend.