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Sitting at the computer at 6 am trying to think what to write, I set my coffee cup down poorly and spill its contents onto the floor. The prudent person in me takes this as a sign that I should try to go back and get some sleep. And that I've already had enough coffee. 

But then I remembered my uncle, who got revenge on the people who stole his BMW by buying another one. A nicer one. 

Fuck 'em, he said.