You know, every morning I get up and try to plow through the flood of email I get overnight, and it's always full of these dire stories and horrible events. So here I will share with you a little sense of how I feel when I open my mailbox.
It's amazing that I'm still such a happy fellow. I think the giggles are a consequence of being punch-drunk, though.
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