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So in an effort to recover from my never-going-to-happen crush, I'm hereby instituting a policy of aversion therapy. Whenever I bring that boy's name up in conversation, y'all have to hit me. With dilligence, in two month's time I'll be cured.

I'll not be watching the Super Bowl today, which should surprise absolutely no one. Instead I'll be at the Rep seeing August Wilson's last play and then at the Casa French making Valentines and being girly.