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went to california, saw a bunch of stuff, came home, had the flu all last week, getting over it now.

And, I love my job, even though it abuses me, at least it pays me well when it's done.

I wonder if this is what a hooker feels like?

where the hell did my evening go? I wanted to sit around and listen to wicked clowns, and screw with mythtv, cursed time, taunting me again.