Looks like fun...ah well, maybe next year. This will be my last Christmas at work, and right now I'm doing a lot of 9 and 10 hour days--which might not be so bad if I didn't have to set the alarm for 04:15 hrs. on weekdays.
EPITAPH: Decades from now, no one will know what my bank balance looked like, it won't matter to anyone what kind of car I drove, nor will anyone care what sort of house I lived in. But the world will be a different place, because I did something so mind bafflingly eccentric that my ruins have become a tourist attraction.
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