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Wow - three pages of journal comments yesterday... I've never hit that mark before.

Not much new here. I didn't get to check those arcade cabinets out yesterday (both my friend and I forgot about it until it was too late to head over), but we're going to go tomorrow at lunch. I spent most of my weekend feeding new CDs into my iPod. I think I've just about got all the little buggers. It was fun to see that some of the indie albums I'd worked on had already been entered into CDDB. That always makes me happy.

However, I'm missing a Bosstones CD. That makes me sad. It must have got off its leash while it was out in the yard.

I got hooked up with a gmail account, and I'm pretty pleased (and extremely grateful) about it.

My father has a pretty major surgery tomorrow, so I'll be out of town a lot this week. It's in Toronto, so if any of the t-dot crew wants to pass me some phone numbers, I can make some calls if I find myself with an evening to kill. In fairness, I don't know how likely that is, though. I'll probably just spend lots of quality time pacing with my mom and brother.

I will at least make it out to drop my guitar off for repairs. The shop I like told me they should be able to handle the delicate guts of my Parker just fine.

I'm tired.