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There is something comforting and familer about vomiting for me. Well I didn't like it this morning but I don't know. 30 minutes late to work. On foot. Still no keys. Sam is in town and staying with us. He and I went to Halley's Birthday party. Ye Gods. What fun. A solid crew of merry party karaoke singers. (I bought Faulk's girl a beer and told her of my planned drop by on his sorry school teaching ass. Funny how groups of friends can be traced to vertain people. This was a Spector/Halley strata of mostly 21ishs but Matt from HArvest and others were around. What a grea time. -editor)I sang "I'm so Lonesome I could Cry" and "Folsom Prison Blues". I did ok. Missed the Souwee on Folsom. I was buying beers and tipping and laughing and having a good old time. Cowboy Nightlife was not the redneck shiv fest I thought it was. what a great bar. I'll be back there. I drank more than I should and didn't sleep enough. So 8am found me not at work and vomiting. But a good night. and a good day. Still have yet to tear the room apart.

What was the name of that Collective Soul album?

Ah Stewart and Bush. The best comedy team ever. Watch Bush show emotions.
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