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Another one!

A Year ago today, at this particular date and time, someone was operating on my Brain! WHOA! Take that and chew on it! Makes everything else today seem like a breeze. Like, I could be long dead by now, but nope, I'm here, at work, completely me (with a lumpy side of my head).

Side note, though DO NOT GET TOO EXCITED: I applied for a job at UMich today. It would be a 3 step up promotion, new department, and twice my salary, so I doubt they'll consider me, BUT it's fun to try!

My head is NOT open today, and there are STILL JOBS in Michigan! Who would have thought?!?! One less thing to worry about! =)

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