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So I replaced the stolen tools, nobody terrorized me at work today, I got to wear my galoshes and the sunset was positively Pre-Raphaelite.

It's got a good beat and you can dance to it. I give it a six.

So I replaced the stolen tools, nobody terrorized me at work today, I got to wear my galoshes and the sunset was positively Pre-Raphaelite.

It's got a good beat and you can dance to it. I give it a six.

I've been listening to a lot of Soul and R&B lately. I have also been doing a lot of work on my house.

This, evidently, resulted in a very peculiar dream in which I hired Rufus Thomas to build my cabinets.

He was difficult to work with and didn't do a very good job.

I wuz robbed.

No, really thats not a metaphor. Fuckers got my mitre saw and compressor. Strangely I'm less angry than I would have thought.

In other news, it actually rained. Real rain. Not sweep the scum off the streets rain, but it was pleasant nonetheless. Stupid me, I forgot to break out the galoshes.

"Slight chance of rain" Woo hoo!

And in other news, two out of two zombies think I should be a talk show host.

At night, when it's foggy, I can smell them making the donuts.

I, like a lot of other people, tend to google old friends and lost acquaintances in idle moments of internet access. I think of it as benign stalking. It allows all of the feel-good aspects of connection with none of the effort or downsides. You don't have to worry about timezones or being remembered out of context, or the awkwardness of past slights. There's no...
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Galosh, galosh, galosh.

It looks like galoshes weather but it just isn't.

Bitter disappointment, you are my Monday friend.

I got galoshes today.

I'm very excited.

I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down

I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down