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Friday, June 20, 2003
The Post Office Awaits Hola, kids. Squawkbox has finally relented and is now allowing my page to load, even if the comments are stuck-in-the-mud slow. I've been reading posts and not writing, so I got nothin' for ya. Actually, I have CDs for some of you. They're packaged up and going in the mail tomorrow (or Monday). One of them may go a little later, though (sorry, Jen). I'm having one of those "I-sound-bored-on-the-phone-and-my-wife-thinks-I-don't-love-her" days. Maybe it's the rain. Maybe it's the lack of work. Or the fact that I haven't heard good music at work for weeks. Yeah, that has to be it. Commercial radio is rotting my fucking brain right out. But I do love ya, honey. I love you the most . . . |