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Random thoughts

The good news is, if I was ever going to die and I knew it was coming and I had time to sit and think about it . . . like maybe there is a madman who has attached me to some diabolical device that goes off when the clock strikes midnight, perhaps a giant egg slicer that will do this:

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Except to me, not an egg, creating several cross-sections of Mudcat.

But it's only 11:45 so there is 15 minutes to think about it. Well at least I can think about all that stupid stuff stuck in my memory and, instead of feeling bad about the state of affairs, I will feel like, well at least I don't have to keep remembering all that stupid shit any more.