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let's say you're not the sharpest sea urchin in the sea (see exhibit A: me) and the time is midnight. you see a samurai soduku puzzle on the nightstand next to the bed. a puzzle that you've been working on for what seems like 3 yrs and still only have less than half the numbers filled in.

and somehow you feel that it's the appropriate time to try to solve more of the puzzle. um, yeah.

90 minutes later and NOT ONE NUMBER ADDED, i felt this surge of rage and frustration boil inside me. i wanted to rip that sheet of paper and shove it up the cats ass. but somehow, i resisted.

wow, i really am mellowing with age.

i hate soduku.