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Im not sure how long ago i posted... But its probably long enough.

A few days ago i got my old job back, at my thai resturant. Im not happily working every monday and tuesday night. Its still one of the few places i actually feel open because hell, theres been some alright memories. And noone bothers me there, its just all good i guess. Oh, and i get payed. Always a bonus. Its good to know that my anxiety doesnt really go up there a whole lot either, so its fairly safe to work there ...

Yay! We can celebrate the end of robocalls and stacks of junk mail. For a few years anyway.

Oh, and I guess we can go vote too. Just because.

On a more serious note, everyone should be voting today. Unless your state is super awesome and lets you vote early, in which case you probably should have voted already. I live in a swing state (not that kind of swing, alas), which makes it even more critical. But no one should be shirking their civic duty. If you do, you forfeit ...

So yeah at 12.30 today I finished my first year of university after writing my third and final exam. Of this year that is. In my course I'm bound to have at least 3 for each of the next two years. So essentially I have 18 hours of exams left until my course is over. But for now, it's over. Finished. Never has a Furmanism been more appropriate.

What am I saying here? I'm on freaking holiday! Just gotta find some way to spend my time....

I decided to seize the moment after ...

Here it is, folks. The next chapter, and the climax and aftermath of the Duel.

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Chapter Two: The Fateful Night, Part 2.

I don't know how long I have been out. It felt like a while, but I heard that it was only a few minutes.

I had a dream when I fainted. Nothing prepared me for this. I ended up in a different ...

And not at me. I was Facebook just a little bit ago, and noticed an update on my brother's wife's page. Basically, it was from the Steve Wilkos show and she tagged herself in them. Then there were some comments on them. Maranda and her Mom were trashing my brother some more, as if getting trashed on the actual show wasn't enough. So I ran to Dad's room (he was about to go to sleep) and asked him if he would like to see the latest on the whole situation. He agreed and came to my room. I read ...