Okay, so I am tired of being angry. Someone else please pick up the angry baton, because I think it's a worthwhile race to run in, really. I've just done my leg of it for now. Gotta catch my breath again. This station will now return to its usual programming: silliness, flirting, meditating, and remembering, with the occasional review of something or other that has struck my fancy one way or the other. In any case, someone take the angry baton and run with it for while. I promise to take it again when you get tired.
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