fubar with postwar miracles

To be brief: this was the kind of day that made me want to come home, plug in Battlefront, and spend the evening shooting Stormtroopers in the head.

Until I got home, opened the mailbox, and found my tax refund sitting there just as pretty as you please. Ahh, monies. You make it all better.

>.>;; Still gonna go shoot a couple of Stormtroopers, though. Just in case tomorrow sucks.

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