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I have a headache.

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That's all I have to say. When I awoke this morning, it was there, coasting along the crest of my neck, ready to pop upward into my skull. Around 9:30, this brain ache was in full effect, not relinquishing it's kung-foo grip on my poor noggin. Surely I'll hear about my performance at work (or lack thereof) tomorrow, because I simply couldn't convince my fingers to strike the keys for some reason. Why was that again? Oh yes.

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THAT.

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Not much else is new in the world o' Burninghams, the apartment complex assured me that someone would be by during my lunch hour to remedy my air conditioning situation. Alas, no one arrived. I get home from work, and see a note on my front door. It said: (my comments in red)

Dear resident 1137: (How touching!)

Came to cook at alc not home no ple will ret. (really?)

The Apartment Complex

Maintenance Technician

Oh, OK. Then you did come to cook, something about alc, that's fine. I'll see you soon, I suppose.....