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The Dog Ate Up My Homework and Other Tripe

I typed up this really nice post earlier and stupid blogger ate it up! Grrrrrrrr.
Is anyone else being flashed by obscene "error" messages from blogger? Not only am I too lazy to retype the whole thing, my memory also sucks. Anyway, I shall attempt the impossible tomorrow or maybe next month!

So I'm in one sweet hell that I'd really like to get out of. There's enough happening in my head already without having you messing around inside. I'm wondering if June is the month for my annual mindfucks. Last year it was the paint brush and the drums. This time around it's the paint brush again along with a whole lot of monkeys and maybe half a guitar.

Looking foward to a weekend that's not going to be too different from my week so far. In fact, in my world the weekend is where all the action is and the rest of the week is spent recovering from it. Such is life for those of us who live in that hallowed stratosphere. Oh yeah... sometimes I take out the trash too. If only I could find a way to not let it get back in late at night.

And why I have to listen one song in a loop at least 50 times a day I'll never know.

The Cloudcutter

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