Random Feed wrote an interesting post today on
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I was minding my business just before one this morning, starting to fall off into slumber, when my wife announced it was time to go to the hospital. Of course it was time to go to the hospital: she had been up for hours during which she could have gone. But one only goes to the hospital after midnight, when one can no longer function. The only ones doing relatively well are the pets. Because there’s less scrutiny, they can get into much more trouble. I am finding plates upside down on the

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