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I had a huge adrenaline rush yesterday. I was walking downtown to meet Sarah for lunch, listening to Portishead on my enchanted headphones, passing down 6th by House of Bricks and Gong Fu and then the damn pawnshop. It was a very sunny day and the pawn shop windows were glaring white, so I thought the big form in the window was the shopkeeper bending over to arrange a display--but no, it was a huge stuffed bear! Man, I about pooped em. Well, not really. But I did have the aforementioned Huge Adrenaline Rush and this sort of time-stopping feeling where my consciousness jumped about 12 levels. And then I realized that I was just retarded.