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Well, I'm probably gunna solo to SF anyway.

I think it's best.

Anyway. I feel somewhere between a Hmph and a Shudder right now. I'm very tired and my drunk ass neighbor is blasting the worst fucking techno ever. I cut the living shit outta my left middle finger today. Knife went right through the nail- somehow the nail is still attached even though it's been cut off at the base... ? I ripped up my right pointer fingers nail today. It's been a day of small defeats. I think someone must be thinking aweful thoughts about me. Bad Hoodoo.

And so. That's the kind of day the third day of 2006 was for me.

Well, it's all about the climb. See, as I just wrote that things started to look up. I think my neighbor just killed the music.

I hate these gripey updates. I wish I had something more sweet and optimistic in my life to report. Someone should just load me up with awesome news. I need my grin back.