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August 14, 1998
Ah, Friday. One of those days that never comes too soon. Especially with a week like this. I've had a ton of stuff to do, but then again not. Not real work, just meeting after meeting and training, etc. I can't wait to sleep in tomorrow morning. The only reason I'm still here right now (5:30pm) is because I hate driving in traffic. I also hate paying for parking, especially when I'm broke. I probably should find some way to make some extra $$. What's sad is that this paragraph is written with as much creativity as I have in my system right now. I just need a cold beer.
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