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last night i purposely entered into what could be coined a "pissing match" with 203. under traditional definitions and rules, i would have difficulty arguing that i "won".

i suppose i could have held on a little longer but from my vantage point i was ready for us both to just let go of things. to get things back to flowing the way we liked them. so i said so, and we did.

at the end of the day, when it comes to this sort of thing, i don't mind, once in a while, ending up on the bottom of the heap.

after all, as they so cleverly say: "it's better to be pissed off than to be pissed on."