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RIP Dana Reeve
(I'm crying just as hard over her as over Chris. She was truly a beautiful woman, inside and out.)
(I'm crying just as hard over her as over Chris. She was truly a beautiful woman, inside and out.)
Well hell. Two races in and Silly Season has started. While Harvick speculation is all fine and good (since they've limited it to the month up to his decision), do they have to scare the crap out of DJ? Can you even IMAGINE the sport without DJ? Can you imagine DJ in anything but the #88 UPS Ford? (Can you imagine Harvick and Sadler as teammates? Okay, so let me just add that it would keep me in the "Yates Racing Rocks" category.)
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Back to working again. I swear, I'd forgotten the whole bit where work is feast or famine, because the famine has pretty much been in play for a few years. Feast is kind of unnerving. Especially when it's bordering on gluttony.
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A little something to tide NASCAR fen over.
( Methinks there be evil plotting afoot. )
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Back to working again. I swear, I'd forgotten the whole bit where work is feast or famine, because the famine has pretty much been in play for a few years. Feast is kind of unnerving. Especially when it's bordering on gluttony.
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A little something to tide NASCAR fen over.
( Methinks there be evil plotting afoot. )
Sentences I need to never hear again.
Supervisor: "I'm off, and I have Edgar's* package."
*Names changed to protect...me.
Supervisor: "I'm off, and I have Edgar's* package."
*Names changed to protect...me.
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