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I may have to quit Twitter. It feeds my delusions too much. Do you remember when you were a teenager, dreaming of being an actor/rock star/writer/model, and you were certain that all that was necessary was one big break? The talent scout happening upon you in front of Hot Dog on a Stick. The english...

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Aaand... I'm back off. It's okay, though. Life is happening. I've got jury duty, and rafting events, and kayaking, and first dates, and birthdays, and treasure hunts, and BANG, and new roommates, and old friends, and new friends, all in the space of a few short weeks.... And none of that is an excuse, I...