I woke up on the morning of January 22, 2004 with a gut-load of rowdy butterflies slam dancing against my innards and gnawing on my nerves. It doesn’t sound like it would be pleasant, but it really was. A giddy sort of excitement. I knew that this was the night that the TV show we had been working hard to put together over the previous summer was going …
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