Each day has enough grading of its own.
Woe to you, scribes and scribe-wannabes, for your cup and platter are the same stupid cup and platter I just saw at Wikipedia. (Wikipedia, I ask you.)
Yea, verily, though I walk on my hands to the airport [lots of airports in the Bible, don't you know], I cannot escape the weight of my grading. Though I travel to the depths of the earth, my grading is there.
Sufficient unto a day is its own grading. But you are going to be BURIED in unhappy email tomorrow, girlfriend, so you'd better get to bed tonight.
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