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Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive

So I wound up pulling an all-nighter last night to finish the job, as I feared I would, and drove through the morning rush-hour to return the boxes. I'll draw new ones tomorrow on the way over to Arcana...yeah, it's not exactly on the way, but I need the cash. This means I'm only staying at Arcana tonght long enough to drop stuff off in the consuite and pick up my badge, after which I will wend my way home and get a good solid 10-12 hours of badly needed sleep. The only reason I'm awake right now is that I'm carefully balancing my intake of coffee and water. Now, where the hell are those toothpicks? Paper clips just don't cut it when you're trying to prop the eyelids open.