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Wednesday, February 14th, 2007
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10:28 pm - The Good, the Bad, the Ugly
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the Good: Still hoping to reschedule my birthday celebration. Looks like it will be Friday now, minus the Swedish massage, which is still being re-rescheduled. I got 2 lovely bracelets from my mother in law, a promise to help remodel my closet from the world's coolest father in law, and the newest Sims 2 expansion fron my husband. Finally getting over my cold- voice almost back to normal.
The Bad: Continuing difficulties in scheduling the aforementioned massage; the baby discovering how to pull the smartcard out of the satellite receiver.
The Ugly: Monday's meeting with the boss. Once again feeling very overwhelmed and incredibly dissatisfied (disgruntled, even) with my job. I really need for this to get better fast.
current mood:  busy
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| Sunday, February 11th, 2007
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2:13 pm - Sucky Birthday.... to me
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Actually, the birthday itself was fine, low-key, as I've learned the hard way that this week seems to always have the worst weather of the year and my birthday get-togethers always fizzle out. But we were going to celebrate on Friday- go out to eat, catch a movie, maybe a little shopping and use our gift certificates to Gould's Day Spa- and that went down the toilet when I got sick, AGAIN. I finally broke down and went to the minor medical center, dropped $75 for the co-pay (THE HELL???) and spent another $100 on medications which have knocked me on my ass for 3 days straight. So... here's hoping this week will be better. Please???
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| Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
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9:41 pm - Still in mourning...
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Just saw the "Tony Dungy won the Super Bowl and now he's going to Disney World" commercial. Thanks for twisting the knife, Disney.
But have had a lovely birthday otherwise, and will celebrate officially on Friday. Whee!
current mood:  good
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| Sunday, March 19th, 2006
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5:05 pm
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From valarltd
Put your iTunes/Winamp/WMP on shuffle.
Say the following questions aloud, and press play.
Use the song title as the answer to the question. No cheating...
1. How does the world see you?
Hush, Hush, Hush (Paula Cole)
2. Will I have a happy life?
What Would You Say? (Dave Matthews Band)
3. What do my friends think of me?
California Girls (Beach Boys)Cool.
4. Do people secretly lust after me?
Signed Sealed Delivered I'm Yours (Stevie Wonder}
5. How can I make myself happy?
I Want to Spend My Lifetime Loving You- (Tina Arena and Marc Anthony)
6. What should I do with my life?
Italian Lesson No. 4 (The Brak Album)
7. Will I ever have children?
Dancing Queen (A*Teens) yes, and they'll be better dancers than me.
8. What is some good advice for me?
Wipeout (The Ventures).
9. How will I be remembered?
Never Say Goodbye (Hayley Westenra)
10. What's my signature dancing song?
Friends Like Mine (the Donnas)
11. What's my current theme song?
Where You Lead (Carole King)
12. What do others think is my current theme song?
Genius In France (Weird Al)
13. What shall they play at my funeral?
Stop! In the Name of Love (The Supremes)- this just made me snort Diet Coke. That would be a killer funeral.
14. What type of men do I like?
Groove is in the Heart (Dee-Lite). Good dancers?
15. How's my love life?
Bang Your Head (Quiet Riot) Heh.
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| Thursday, March 16th, 2006
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10:35 am - Life Lessons
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On the way to work this morning, I listened to ESPN Radio, and Colin Cowherd was on. Things I've learned this morning from Colin today include:
1. If you should find yourself in need of an agent, make sure he or she is not on crack. Literally.
2. If you are an NFL player, and hunger strikes at 4:30 in the morning, you should not drive your $65000 Hummer to a Waffle House in a sketchy neighborhood. You especially shouldn't do this while wearing $20000 worth of bling and carrying $8500 in cash. The reasons should be obvious.
This is good advice. Thanks, Colin!
current mood: busy
current music: Pink Martini. I have no choice- it's whats playing at work.
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| Saturday, March 11th, 2006
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12:18 pm - Memphis is playing UAB again
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- UAB's players have two of the best names in college basketball. Wen Mukubu sounds like a Star Wars character. Carldell "Squeaky" Johnson is just nifty.
- We've decided that Squeaky is the Ball Whisperer. He has this magical connection with the basketball. It wants to be with him. He's like a ball magnet, and wherever he is, the ball somehow ends up over there. It's spooky.
- When will the statute of limitations run out on showing and/or mentioning Darius Washington and the missed free throws from last year? It gets mentioned during every game that's on the networks or on ESPN. College Gameday was doing another piece on it today. It will undoubtedly get more play during the NCAA tournament. It's the gift that keeps on giving...
- This just in: Memphis wins the regular season and the tournament... our number one seed awaits. Countdown to the Selection Show: T-minus 26 hours, 54 minutes...
current mood: jubilant
current music: U of M Fight Song, baby!
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| Saturday, March 4th, 2006
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10:17 pm - Random Thoughts
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Been a while since I posted. Turned a year older... my birthday celebration got snowed out (boo!) and I have yet to reschedule. But the snow was fun. A week after that we got more winter weather, in the form of freezing rain. Not as much fun! We also (finally) took down the Christmas lights; but I'm ashamed to say I still need to take down the decorations over the mantle. (I'm being... festive? Still?) In the meantime the Lilbit has gotten 2 more teeth and is sitting up by herself now, and at the store we are in the midst of some serious... well, remodeling isn't the word, exactly. More like a makeover, I guess, but it still has meant an obscene amount of rearranging of the bookstore: moving sections, moving fixtures, moving tables, plus a visit from The Owner and other important muckety mucks from the corporate offices, which was stressful. It also means that I've had to change the way I think about merchandising the store, and as I told my supervisor, in a moment of (possibly misguided) honesty, "I love change... just not when it's someone else's idea."
Now I'm watching the Tigers play Houston, and... wow are they rough tonight. I feel like they'll get it together before the game ends, but right now the real fun is in watching Calipari completely losing it on the sidelines, not that I blame him. Would it kill the Tigers to drive to the basket??? *sigh* This does not bode well for the NCAA tournament. If we blow it in the first or second round it will take me a good long while to recover from the disappointment. However, I'm taking an inordinate amount of pleasure in Louisville's dramatic fall from Final Four team to one in danger of not even making the Big East tournament. Justice!!!
In other news... well, there isn't much. I'm completely addicted to Project Runway Season Two. Thank goodness it's almost over, because I've seriously gotten nothing useful done since it started back in December. I will happily watch every replay of every episode as many times as Bravo wants to replay it... it is television crack and I am its whore. Also, I am really really behind in watching All My Children, but I'm getting a kick out of Janet from Another Planet and her pal, Mirror Janet. (For the uninitiated- as if you care!- Janet is the town's resident loon, and Mirror Janet is... I don't know... her saner half, who she sees in the mirror. Hence the name.) Anyway, Janet is on a tear, kidnapping half the cast and devising elaborate schemes to torture them, while Mirror Janet gleefully points out the flaws in each plan and tells Janet that she's doomed to wind up either back in jail, or in the asylum. Also: I still don't get the big deal over Erica- what a selfish, meddling, annoying diva- but I love the balls it takes for the writers to decide to rewrite history and give a character- who has been on the show from the very beginning- an unknown son. (cause that's where this is going, I think... right? Josh is the child she thought she aborted, way back in the day? And Dr. Madden implanted the Josh-fetus into Mrs. Madden and they raised him as their own?) Man, that's soap opera writing at its finest. Also also: shut up, Ryan. Go away, wherever Greenlee went, and take your doofy brother and your boring sister with you.
Ahem. I am a little disturbed at how much of my life I spend obsessing over television characters. I should take up gardening, or pilates, or shopping.
Looking forward to tomorrow morning- a bunch of us are going to the 5B Celebration- the Badgett-Barre Birthday Breakfast at Bosco's! If it's half as excellent as the name of the party it will be a blast. So Happy Birthday Jordan!
current mood: content
current music: Michael Buble- Feeling Good
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| Saturday, February 4th, 2006
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1:59 am - Time for introspection
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An extra special peek into my warped mind. Hooray for quizzes!
| You Are Apple Pie | 
You're the perfect combo of comforting and traditional
Those who like you crave security |
| Your Personality Is |
Guardian (SJ)
You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented.
Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules.
You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader.
You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you.
A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do.
You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up.
In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly.
At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions.
With others, you tend to be polite and formal.
As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself.
On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them! |
| Your Pimp Name Is... | 
Silky Skillz |
Your results:
You are Uhura| Uhura |
| 65% | | Beverly Crusher |
| 60% | | Chekov |
| 60% | | Deanna Troi |
| 55% | | James T. Kirk (Captain) |
| 45% | | Will Riker |
| 40% | | Jean-Luc Picard |
| 40% | | Data |
| 36% | | Geordi LaForge |
| 30% | | Worf |
| 25% | | Leonard McCoy (Bones) |
| 25% | | Spock |
| 22% | | Mr. Scott |
| 20% | | An Expendable Character (Redshirt) |
| 20% | | Mr. Sulu |
| 10% |
| You are a good communicator with a
pleasant soft-spoken voice.
Also a talented singer.
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Click here to take the Star Trek Personality Test
 | You scored as Stan. Stan is the wuss of the group. His ongoing romance with Wendy Testaburger is enough to make you want to puke - at least it's enough to make Stan want to puke. You are mature, intelligent, and you don't like Mel Gibson!
Stan | | 63% | Cartman | | 50% | Kyle. | | 44% | Kenny | | 13% | </td>
Which Southpark Character Are You? (With pictures.)
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current mood:  indescribable
current music: Ipod 80s playlist- It's Tricky, Run DMC
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| Saturday, January 21st, 2006
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7:17 pm - Basketball + being home + lots of upsets = happy Sprite
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Memphis beat Southern Miss.
Duke lost to Georgetown.
Pitt lost to St. John's.
Wisconsin lost to North Dakota State (um, ok. Hee.)
If Tennessee beats unbeaten Florida (it's still close), and Louisville upsets UConn... who knows? My Tigers could be ranked #1. But it would take 2 of my least favorite teams winning to do it, and I've just got a feeling Louisville is due for one epic spanking from the Huskies. The Cardinals like to find new and creative ways to screw over the Tigers, even from a brand new conference. So they'll be the team to lose, and UConn will jump to #1, and Memphis will move up a spot maybe... I really shouldn't get hung up on these stupid rankings.
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| Friday, January 20th, 2006
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7:51 pm - My week just keeps getting better....
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So, I've been putting off getting my wisdom teeth pulled for the longest time, and now I know why. To backtrack a little, I had finally decided to go through with the extraction in October of 2004. For those of you keeping count, yes, that was exactly the time I found out about the Lilbit. So I got a temporary reprieve. Well, the gums back there kept getting irritated, to the point where I finally had to cave in and make the appointment with the oral surgeon. I scheduled the initial consultation for Tuesday the 24th, and Wednesday got a call back from their office: since they had already done the initial consultation already, they offered to schedule the surgery: Thursday morning, or on January 27th. Well, I'd put it off long enough, I thought... might as well get it over with.
9 a.m. I check in and pay my portion of the bill. The nurses at the reception desk confirm that they are pulling all 4 wisdom teeth, and I tell them yep, if you're gonna be in there, yank em all. I'm not doing this twice. We laugh a little. I'm totally serious and a tiny bit nervous.
9:20 a.m. I'm called back, where the nice lady whisks my coat and purse... well, somewhere out of the way. We make small talk. She gives me laughing gas, which does not in fact make me laugh. It does make me very lightheaded, like I've had 10 cosmos on an empty stomach. It's actually somewhat pleasant. I ask some questions about the surgery, and she tells me about the post-surgery diet: soft things like milkshakes, applesauce, soups, and oatmeal. I can deal with an all milkshake diet! Because after surgery, who cares about counting calories?
9:35 a.m. The oral surgeon comes in. Small talk... asks about the baby, that sort of thing. Hooks me up to an IV. I remember nothing after this.
10:30 a.m. I wake up, with my coat on, an ice pack held to the side of my face, in a recovery room. No memory of how I got there. But Haplo is there. I am extremely groggy, and am having trouble speaking through all the gauze in my mouth. I stumble out to the SUV, and as we pull out, I ask him how long the gauze has to stay in in. I mention the laughing gas. I mention which credit card I used this morning to pay the doctor. And then I keep falling asleep and waking up again. I will find out later that I continued to ask about the gauze, and to tell Haplo about the laughing gas, at least three more times.
11 a.m. We get home, I get settled on the couch with a brand new ice pack, and off Haplo goes to the Pharmacy, and to Sonic for a milkshake.
11:50 a.m. I'm in quite a lot of pain, and very thirsty, and about to gag on the gauze in my mouth, when Haplo finally gets back with a goody bag full of antibiotics and painkillers. I sit up and try to force down some milkshake, since my painkillers can't be taken on an empty stomach. But I'm in so much pain, and I my tongue and lower jaw are completely numb, and for the first time in my life I don't finish a shake. That alone tells you what you need to know about how out of it I was.
The rest of the day was a haze of sleeping, moving the ice pack from one side of my jaw to the other, and trying to keep down various liquids and medications. Also, no carbonated drinks for 24 hours, which is my own personal kind of hell. This morning we used process of elimination to figure out that Percocet they gave me was probably what made me so sick last night, so no more Percocet for me... just Advil and the antibiotics. My jaw has swelled up pretty good now, and I look like a chipmunk, but I will say the pain is not as bad as it was yesterday, and I was even able to eat some ravioli tonight.
I'm hoping that maybe I can sneak into work tomorrow for a few hours, but I'm not gonna force it. And surely no one can begrudge me time off to recover from having all four wisdom teeth pulled, right?
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| Monday, January 16th, 2006
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8:21 am - Boy, did this weekend bite: a rant in 2 parts.
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1. The baby (who shall, from this point on, be known as Typhoid LilBit), made me sick. She caught a little cold, we kept her out of Parents Day Out on Thursday and I stayed at home to keep an eye on her. Naturally, I caught it too. It seems especially unfair considering I spent most of December with a nasty cold that wouldn't go away... and here I am again, with the sore throat/watery eyes/ body aches/ sneezing, and the congestion is worst of all. I'm terribly self-concious when I'm stuffed up like this, to the point where I try not to talk at all... just gesture wildly at things and mutter one-syllable words incoherently. Haplo, to his eternal credit, took good care of the Typhoid LilBit, cooked for me, did laundry, and went out for OJ and medication while I sprawled out on the couch and used up a whole box of Kleenex. Being sick is just gross. GROSS!!!! GRRR.
2. My Bears lost. And I knew it was over after the second play of the game, when Steve Smith caught a long pass for a touchdown on the Panthers first drive. He should have been called for a penalty, and even Haplo agreed with me, but it was called on the Bears, on Tillman I think. So as Smith is running towards the end zone, the 2 Bears defenders who were left didn't make much of an effort to catch him, because of the flag that was thrown- I think they figured, let him score, it's coming back anyway and it won't count. And now the season is over for my Bears, and I am sad, because I was really having fun watching them win games for a change. But there were positives for them- a good record, winning their division, making the playoffs for the first time in about 20 years, an excellent defense, and 2 young quarterbacks who got some experience and hopefully can improve. That is, if Grossman can keep from tripping over a coffee table during the offseason and tearing something.
While I was sick, I finished 2 books. (Yay for me... I seriously have developed a bad case of reading ADD, where I start 2 or 3 books in a week, and never finish any of them.) So, anyway... read The World According to Mimi Smartypants, which is a collection of various entries from her blog. She lives in Chicago, she hates hippies (no, really.. she hates them! It's awesome.) If she lived in Memphis she would so live in Midtown. She's very very funny, and I've bookmarked her blog now. And I also love that she's a mom now, but still very irreverent and totally imperfect, because if she can do it there's hope for me. I also finished Julie and Julia, about a woman who decides that she has nothing better to do with her life than make every recipe in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking in one year (that's over 500 recipes), and keep a running blog about the project. And she actually did it, and got a book deal out of the crazy thing. So the lesson to all you aspiring writers out there is: forget writing the Great American Novel. You need to come up with something really off the wall, and keep a blog of your wacky experiences, and hope that one of your faithful readers is a reporter (print or television, doesn't matter- it's all about exposure here) or an editor at one of the big publishing houses. Voila- instant book deal!
I wonder if I could write a book about trying to watch all 10 seasons of Friends in one day. That would be cool.
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| Thursday, January 12th, 2006
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1:39 pm - My boring life
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I'm home for a little while, waiting for Haplo to come back from making deliveries so I can go back to work. I had to wake up at the unGODly hour of 6 (well, 6:45) to go in for an 8 am all-staff meeting, but since I have desk shifts from 6-10 pm tonight, I came back home and am here with the LilBit. Actually, because I got up early, I've had a mildly productive day- did some laundry, some dishes, fed and played with the baby!!!! I should do this every day... but I won't, because getting up that early blows. Yeah, I know, responsible adults get up earlier than that, work out, clean, get the kids to school, run errands, and get to work before 7.... but I have never really claimed to be a responsible adult. I am like a 14 year old in a 30 year old's body.
While the LilBit took her half-hour catnap, she was face-down on her blanket, with toys strewn around, and to the untrained eye I'm sure it looked like the world's tiniest crime scene (minus the blood and gore, of course). Because I am a Bad Mother, my typing woke her up, and now she's in the swing, which I hoped would lull her back to sleep... no such luck. She is looking around, kicking, bouncing, smiling... oh, wait, there was the eye rub.... my diabolical plan might just work after all! YOU ARE TIRED, LILBIT! You can't fool me!
So I worked an offsite last night, selling books for Max Lucado- very nice man, very friendly and making lots of bad bad jokes when he spoke (not, like, bad as in tasteless or offensive- bad as in badump-bump, don't forget to tip your waiters, eyerolling bad). I like selling books to friendly churchgoing folk- they are very patient and kept thanking us for coming out and selling books. Every time they thanked us, we'd sort of look at eachother, like, we should be thanking them for letting us sell stuff to you!
Haplo's back- quick lunch and then off to the mines. Mmm, Wendy's!
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| Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
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11:19 am - What WAS that?
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So last night I watched Gilmore Girls, which promised the long-awaited detente between Rory and Lorelei, and for my trouble I got garbage. Yes, Rory finally came home, and got a job, and went back to school (that last part conveniently occurred offscreen, by the way... in my experience there are a lot of hoops involved in re-enrolling in college if you've taken time off, but whatever.) But... Luke has a daughter? Come on. This isn't a soap opera! Clearly the writers want Luke and Lorelei to have to work at their relationship, and just when she's ready to set the date, etc etc etc. And man was that kid annoying.
In addition, we got to see more of Miss "Entitled to everything good that life has to offer" Rory Gilmore acting like a stalker to get a job, and instead of calling security to cart her psycho butt off the premises, the editor... gives her a job. Now she's been rewarded for her insanity!!!!! WHY????????????? (Well, because she's Rory, and everyone must love her, isn't she tenacious? And she had 3 huge binders worth of writing in her portfolio! So industrious, our Rory, and what a bargain).
*sigh*
On the plus side, I loved the scene with Emily and Lorelei. That, to me, was far more moving than the reunion at the end. Kelly Bishop rocks my world. On a related note, since Rory has been so hateful lately to her grandmother (who put Rory up in the pool house- rent free-, found her a "job" to keep her busy in between community service gigs, bought her a car and pays her tuition at Yale), will she still get to ride the Gilmore gravy train to a degree? Well, yes, probably, but I will enjoy watching Emily extract her pound of flesh from her UNGRATEFUL granddaughter. (And don't even give me this "Emily's a meddler, and deserves to be treated this way. She acts the way she does out of love for her family, however misguided it is, and even when she's completely in the wrong, she goes for it full steam ahead. I just love Emily Gilmore.)
OK, rant off.
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| Friday, November 11th, 2005
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1:14 am - It's so late...
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My first entry... and I really should be asleep. Been talking to my sister on Trillian and she's working at Barnes and Noble! So I'm glad for her, even if she is working for the enemy.
When I came home tonight the LilBit fell asleep right away. I'm just that amazingly stimulating. I feel like a human sleeping pill. Speaking of which... I think I've put myself to sleep too. When did I stop being a night owl? I've always been a night person. I blame the LilBit, it's all her fault I have to wake up at a reasonable hour to feed her.
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