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The severely twisted wing of my sense of humor unfortunately wrests away control of the vocal cords from time to time. Today, as we were driving through the park past the idyllic pondside wedding ceremony that was taking place, I said, "God, I so wish I had a horn that played 'Dixie' right about now."

Sleep dep has officially melted my brain.