it's possible i will have my head out of my ass soon.....but not likely.

so for the past few days....everytime i get on my computer...instead of putting up the next/final installment of the story that you have all probably forgotten about...i keep going here and playing this stupid riddle/game thing. i've got an aneurysm now. i'm only on level 8 and i'm stuck!! and from what i can tell it goes up to level 81 or some such....also seems to be some negative numbers and greek ones too. ok, just so you don't think i'm a complete choad, i'll let you know i'm only on for about 1/2 hour at a time.

if i hadn't shaved my head i would be pulling hair out of it.

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