It's Wednesday evening around seven-thirty in the east. And it's all getting ready to come down to a single point, tomorrow afternoon. It's the party of the year. It makes life interesting, without the fear of complete and utter devastation.
I can feel the drama without the fear. With GOOG, I've seen victory and defeat. But the victories have all been great victories and the defeats have, well, been victories. To me, tomorrow is a lead pipe cinch. If tomorrow isn't something wonderful, I will eat my programmer's beanie.
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