I had this dream where this super, frickin' annoying lady wanted me to remaster an entire cd because her child's musical number was placed after a certain performer instead of before. I was to recall all cds and fix each and every one. My boss supported this decision. Beyond being pissed at this lady, the main thing I thought about... "I'm totally going rant about this on my blog." Imagine my disappointment when I woke to realize it was all just a dream and a blog post about it would only reveal how pathetic my existence really is.
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