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Listening to some pretty bomb tracks by Daniel Merriweather, who really never got any time on the radio except for his cover of "Stop Me" produced by Mark Ronson (who also produced another dope track by Lily Allen).

That's the answer to your unasked question of "What are you up to tonight, Emily?"

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In fact, I am purging all the bullshit nothingness that is at the surface of my mind so that we can get to something halfway decent or worthwhile. What will I discover when the hard candy shell is broken to reveal the caramely center?

And yet --

I would so like to watch a moving picture instead of forcing myself to have something to say.

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Tomorrow, I will awaken around 9:17. Jason and I will go to Café 33 for breakfast, where I plan to have a caramel toffee iced coffee, a delicious omelette full of delicious vegetables, and cheddar stone ground grits. (In case you're wondering, this meal sounds amazing because it is.) I will take Jason to work, go to my eye doctor appointment, visit Charming Charlie's, hang with Kara for a bit, make lunch, watch more Parks & Rec, and forget that there are only 24 hours in one day.

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