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November 28, 2009
Amazing, how some days I feel like I not only have eight arms but that each is doing double-duty, and I'm completing a variety of tasks and projects with, if not a downright smile, then some semblance of a smile on each of my four faces. Everything's all pinball bells and zaps and ricochet, points racking up faster than the national debt (hello, topical humor!), and then other days I'm lucky if I can get past the ordeal of brushing my teeth, sitting upright, remembering to pick up kitty litter at Duane Reade, and uttering a complete and coherent sentence.