Like some sort of masochist with formica fetish, I returned to the RSL in a vain attempt to finish the tutorial work before five. I did actually manage to complete most of it, which is a tribute to the sheer dreadfulness of the RSL.   Having done as much work as possible, I was able to go to Fifth Ave with Mark and Chris. I'm not sure why I chose to do this, since Jesus people always seem to dance next to the speakers, so I returned home with my ears ringing loudly. So this is fun.
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