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Hidey ho. Fuck, did I really just begin that way? Moving on... I'm feeling better today. Not quite as surly as I was yesterday afternoon. M. scored us Henry Rollins tickets. That'll be good, good, good times.

What else is happening today? Hmm... I think an acquaintence of mine would calm waaaay down if only she'd cool it with the Jesus business and come on out of zee closet. Huh, well, Jesus seems to stop a lot of people from doing a lot of things. I just think she's in need of closet-exiting and is a mean control freak because she so desperately needs to have some kind of control somewhere. Just my theory. She's never been nasty to me, but I saw her in action today and felt bad for her prey.

Having a busy day and being a shitty multi-tasker, my friend T. asked me to pack up and mail a box to a friend of his. Fine, gimme the shit. Great. So, I packed up the two wall sconces (I shit you not) and enclosed the following note:

"Here are your fucking wall sconces, for chrissakes. T. would have mailed them himself but I duct taped his ass to the hood of my car. Good shit, Mother Teresa."

I think B. will appreciate this gesture. I should point out that I have never met B., but I have heard of him and his antics. He once sent a postcard from Buckingham Palace with the note "Everywhere you see an 'X', I fucked a guard" and proceeded to place an "X" in every window of the photo. He also once spilled Jack Daniels on a piece of paper and mailed the thing as a "scratch-n-sniff" postcard. Funny bastard. I think he'll appreciate my effort. Let's hope T. enjoys it, too.