If I could paint for you a mental picture of the anguish and pain my poor brain has undergone in the last four or five hours, it would look like me hitting my head against a wall (of debits and credits) again and again and again... and I finally just broke through (probably by the sheer force of my frustration-- I think God felt sorry for me).
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