I'm drinking coffee, Reid is crunching on Corn Chex. He asks: If you have an appointment and it's pointless, is it an appointlessment? Grinning, he doesn't really wait for an answer. He pours a second bowl of cereal. That's my boy. I do hope it isn't a prediction for my haircut this afternoon...
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