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I don't really have anything to say. Strong Rad email will come next week.

I'm tired. I'm very, very tired. I hope I get to start working soon. I'm getting broadband on Friday, or so they tell me. I spent most of my day photoshopping the heads of prominent politicians onto Pabst ads. I was told I Saved The Handbook. I spent other of my day trying to defeat the copy protection on video tapes.

Sometime around 8 on Sunday morning while sitting around a table at a strip club, I got this sugar packet thrown at me:



I felt better after that. But then I felt worse starting at about 9:30, when I proceeded to lie in bed with my eyes closed for 3 hours. Life can't be awesome all the time, I suppose.