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October 14, 2005

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You should also take comfort knowing that no matter how painful your spill (and it sounds quite painful indeed), your suffering is as nothing compared to that of Jesus on the cross.

Feel better?

I'm sorry about your run-in with the ground

I am reminded of the great philosopher Nelson Muntz at the moment, but I won't stoop to uttering his signature phrase.

Aw, fuck it: Ha ha!

But seriously, get well, Wolfson, there are literally billions of extraneous commas that need to be looked after.

Considering the gravity of the situation, it could have been worse.

True! And there was a woman in the bed next to me in the ER who seemed on the brink of death, so, you know.

How . . . philosophical of you.

Sorry about your spill. I will refrain from making any jokes about left hands and strangers.

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