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10pm. Another 14 or 15 gigs written up. I have five days to do another 34 if I want to make my first self imposed deadline. Four of which are work days, so the word *impossible* springs to mind. A kind anonymous soul took the trouble to tell me it would 'never be as good' as when my friend wrote the first edition. We're perfectly aware of that, sweetie. Now go and fuck yourself, spiteful talentless [insert expletive].