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Three days without a cigarette have sent my lungs into fits of hoarse, hacking expectoration. Three days of Robitussin DM have addled my brains to the point of uselessness. I think slowly and I work only with great effort and deliberation. My thoughts come one at time, ghostly and indistinct, like coded transmissions from another world. I hear my boss intoning test case statistics through the static: “14.2.7. Passed. 14.2.8. Passed. 14.2.9. Regression. 14.2.10. Failed.” I think if I can decipher the message, I can get out of here.
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“If you feel you are not properly sedated, call 348-844 immediately. Failure to do so may result in prosecution for criminal drug evasion.”
-voice in the medicine cabinet (from THX 1138)
posted by seth on December 18, 2002 12:12 PM
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