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Arrrgggh. My sunflower seeds are stale, I've just stabbed my leg with the corner of my desk drawer, and I have "Rock N' Roll Hoochie Koo" in my head. Could the morning get much worse?

Let's skip right to Friday. Starting now. Pleeeeeease? The thought of Friday just makes me feel all special inside.

Did I make up the word "freal" (meaning "for real") a little while ago, or was it already around? I never know if I'm on the cutting edge of popular culture or the tail end.