SPARKY THE THIRTEENTH

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We're entering the final week of the Self-Portrait Marathon, which means it's time to buckle down. Fortunately, I did this one yesterday, because I've been too distracted today to work. Alyssa has sent me another email, this time telling me I can "Take just a candy and become ready for 36 hours of love". I'll be perfectly honest here, and admit that 36 hours of love ranks on my desirability list just above 36 hours of Scooby-Doo. I figure I have about 36 hours left in me total , and not all in a row. So therefore I'm kind of worried about my Snickers intake. Alyssa neglected to specify which candy she was referring to--what if it's Snickers? I can't afford to be ready for love for the next 36 hours. I have to go to the grocery store and Starbucks and stuff like that, and I can't do those things while ready for love. So no Snickers. Maybe Alyssa was giving me a warning. It would be helpful if she could tell me something to take so I would no longer be ready for love, if you get my drift. Then I could, like, eat a Snickers and a serving of parsnips, and I would be not ready for love. 36 hours, that's just too long.