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Once upon a time, there was a woman named Suzette.  She had ghastly dark circles under her eyes, a grimace held her pretty mouth hostage, and she pickled her precious internal organs with way too much coffee.  Ugh.  Two sentences in, and this tale is already becoming disturbingly gruesome.  But I confess, that was me, back in the olden days, when I still subscribed to the pallid, weather-beaten thought form called "I have to do it all …