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		<title>2005 | Mighty Cheese | Colin Summers</title>
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			<title>tue nov 8 2005</title>
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Nell in mail:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;webkit-block-placeholder&quot; /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am sorry to have a headache on your birthday. I took a vicodin when a shower, some quiet, and reading with Dexter did nothing to slow down the migraine. By 9pm I should be fine, but a little loopy. I would love to watch something with you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Part of my stress is a feeling of fucking this up. I like working hard, getting paid for my time, and seeing the result. I don't like the nebulous &quot;you've left money on the table&quot; or &quot;you've scared them off&quot; feelings I get from this deal. [I was selling tightcircle at the time.]&lt;br class=&quot;webkit-block-placeholder&quot; /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:52:08 -0700</pubDate>
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			<title>wed jan 12 2005</title>
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Dean in Gmail:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;webkit-block-placeholder&quot; /&gt;
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I am back from meetings in Vegas. I thought napping on the plane wouldhelp. My tongue is trembling and my skull is starting to squeeze my brain like a sponge.&lt;br class=&quot;webkit-block-placeholder&quot; /&gt;
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Captain V to the rescue.
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2006 22:03:08 -0700</pubDate>
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			<title>tue feb 1 2005</title>
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Dean in Gmail:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A three hour meeting in the Valley with a client on a project that we should have been fired from months ago. I knew on the way home that I was going to have a migraine. I might have had it by the time I made it off the 405. Took a Vicodin and ended my day a little early.&lt;/p&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2006 22:00:52 -0700</pubDate>
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